You Can Be Alice, I'll Be The Mad Hatter

Chapter 1: The Recurring Dreams

She awoke again, and looked about her small room. She kicked a stuffed pig away from her foot, and got out of her bed in her lavender, silky pajamas. Once more no one was to be found. That face...the eyes that stare into her soul...All underneath a mask in a forever dream. An enchanted looking forest, and a riverbank nearby, she saw it all again in her mind.
"Except none of it is real." The girl told herself. Reality must always set in. Yet she'd always been a dreamer. An imagination no one else seemed to understand. She decided heading back to her hard bed would be the best idea. She laid down, but her eyes were wide open, running with questions as usual. But it wasn't her usual questions.
"Who is he?"
"Why do I feel so connected to him?"
"Why am I thinking of it so much? It is just a dream."
A mess of a dreamer most called her, she turned to her side as a lonely tear fell down her cheek. As usual, none of her curious questions could be answered, and no one would ever understand what she meant if she tried to speak of it. She cleared her eyes and closed them, falling back into her slumber.

Once more the dream appeared again. The land was filled with bright green trees, that seemed to have glowing dew within the night sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight, and the stars shined brighter than normal. Her dress was a pastel yellow, with orange sparkle designs of budding flowers on the frills and corset of it. She looked across the woods, to see a grassy meadow. She walked toward it slowly, revealing her gold colored pumps underneath the dress. She noticed the stream to the side, which sparkled with all the nights glow. From among the trees came a man who appeared to be more of an apparition at first. The mask hid most of his face features. She could see he was strong, and muscular. His eyes were a deep hazel, and the eyes were slender. The hair was a deep brown, that usually looked black to the human eye. The skin was not quite fair, but not tan either. The face appeared to analyze the young girl, who was always paralyzed by the shine in his eyes. He was wearing a dress shirt with a bowtie, underneath a long, black coat. The trousers were a maroon color, and the shoes a cold black. The cold black began to move, and she looked up again, realizing he was coming toward her. They stared at each other intensely, before he took her hand, and spoke.
"Shall we dance, Michaela?"
Her own hazel eyes lit up, and she simply nodded, speechless by someone noticing her. They began to do a waltz in the middle of this forest, and suddenly the dew upon the trees began to sparkle. Perhaps there was magic in these woods.

Sadly, she was abruptly awoken by her alarm clock.
"Damn it!" She banged the alarm off, but knew she must wake up. She put on her blue rimmed glasses, and jumped out of it. Another night of not knowing the truth.