{Wonderland}

Good morning sunshine.

The sun shone, urging me to get up and go on with my day.  I would've protested but how pitiful would I be to socialize with a ball of burning gas. The covers were warm, contrasting to the bitter cold marble tiles. The mere sight of them made me shiver, burrowing myself deeper into my humble haven. 

"Carrie, darling!" a clear voice resonated through the house. "Yes, mother?" I responded, sounding as alert as I could. Although I would've ignored her if I had not known the consequences to follow. "Get down here and have breakfast with me!" She sang in an odd voice. Sometimes I wonder if she really was my mother. I emerged from my room, groggy and rather unhappy, as the typical teenager on Monday. "You look horrendous." She commented. "Woah mother, way to boost your daughter's self-confidence!" I joked in a jovial voice.

"Oh, you know I just want the best for you, and with that comes honesty." She remarked, setting porcelain plates on the table, with crumpets, steaming and releasing a sweet distant smell. "Yes, yes I know," I replied, plopping down onto one of the chairs, the wood surface slightly stinging my bottom. "What's the special occasion?" I asked. She opened her mouth but clamped it shut as to signal she could not tell. "What makes you think it is a special occasion?" She redirected the conversation back to me, cornering me. "Welll..," I dragged the L, stalling a bit. "You aren't usually this...cheery." I released a breath, slightly nervous for her response. "Today's a special day darling." She replied, and left me with that. "You know you're antagonizing me a bit, correct?" I asked, propping my chin on the palms of my hands, leering over at her with an inquisitive expression. "Correct." She said smiling. "Now eat before you get beat, dear." 

I would smile softly, not at anyone in particular but rather the crumpet that has gone cold.