Why, Wonderland Was Only A Frame Of Mind...

The Fall of a Child

All little Alice could see was darkness, well to be more precise, little Alice could see nothing.

She heard a noise from behind her and spun around, but it was only a mouse. Alice went to turn back around to the little door, only then she heard a roar. The roar startled little Alice and she jumped, but when she landed she fell backward, and slid through the little door and into the darkness.

As little Alice fell, she thought of the roar she had heard, and she found it rather alarming for two reasons. The first of those two was that Alice had sworn the roar came from the little mouse she had seen. The second was that she had time to think all of this while she was still falling.

Little Alice's imagination always had been extravagant, so she wondered if she was imagining this, or whether it was actually happening. After all, even if there had been a hole behind the door she should have hit the floor by now, she even should have hit the very bottom floor of the cellar, but no, little Alice was still falling down the creepy old floor. Alice herself knew a fair amount of folklore as she did love to read and she knew someone relatively important had once said it would take nine days to reach the land where all the demons go, but of course it hadn't been nine days, it had only been a few minutes. Or maybe it was a few seconds and little Alice was imagining things, she wished she had worn a watch.

Little Alice couldn't see any sides to the hole in which she had fallen, so maybe it wasn't a hole, maybe it was something much more marvellous, it might be a portal to where the fairies live, or maybe it would talk her to a land where the bunnies all speak, or maybe she was falling into an abyss and maybe she would never stop.

Now little Alice was getting worried, what if she never stopped falling? She would never see her Uncle again, she'd never lay in the grass again, why she may never read another book?

Little Alice started to cry.

"Oh no," she sobbed to herself as she fell into oblivion.

Alice continued to cry for a fair while, she wasn't loud and hysterical but she still cried. Alice cried for a fair long while, until she felt a breeze by her feet.

Little Alice's ruined dress puffed out like a parachute, and her fall slowed. Alice wasn't sure whether or not to be happy about that because it would take longer to fall, which she wasn't to fussed about, but she wouldn't splat on impact with whatever was at the bottom.

Suddenly the wind changed direction and instead of blowing upwards it blew across side ways and little Alice tumbled and twirled, she screamed too. Alice felt silly about that, only silly little girls screamed and Alice wasn't silly, so she flew her arms and and righted herself, the wind changed directing, blowing upwards again and little Alice felt accomplished. But she was tired of falling.

Alice had always had a wondering mind and she allowed it to travel wildly across everything she set her eyes upon, and suddenly little Alice wondered something she had never wondered before, you see, while it felt as though she was falling towards the ground, or beneath it, she wasn't quite sure she was. In fact, little Alice wondered if perhaps she was actually travelling upwards, toward the sky.

Little Alice just wished she'd stop falling.