The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

Wonderland

December 24th

Merry Christmas!

I said yes to Romie. We'll travel to Wonderland and see if her mom has anything to get me back home. I tried cleaning up my trashed room as best as I could, but there was no way I could fix the holes in the wall. I kinda felt guilty about that one, but I'd pay the innkeeper for it.

That evening, her and I sat around my uprighted Christmas tree. Thankfully, I spared it the bulk of my wrath when I Hulked out the other day. I opened Romies gift, it was a brown, fur-lined cloak, the kind that D&D nerds would pay a fortune for. I was betting that she paid no less for it. It really was quite nice...

She looked at me questioningly as I handed her a tiny gift.

"Uh yeah, so back home around this time of year- we give friends, family and loved ones presents..."

"So where do I fit in with those 3 categories?" She asked with her typical Cheshire grin.

"Just open the damn present." I replied grumpily.

She did, gasping as she took it out. It was a small silver necklace with an amethyst gem in the center. Hey it's purple, I'm pretty damn sure she likes purple... why not right?

Leaping across, she hugged me tight. I wanted to say something but, it's Christmas- for this one day, I won't be an asshole. I took her out to dinner that night as well. We ate, laughed and had a good time, I told myself that I wasn't growing attached- that it was the holidays and she was the closest thing to a friend I had at the time. I just didn't want to celebrate it alone again...

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December 26th,

Wonderland.

It was kinda like the time my parents dragged me to Reno for a wedding of some friend of theirs. I was like 16, a bit intimidated at all the flashy lights, the gambling, the booze...the hookers. But then you realize it's all just how you make it. It was a piss poor comparison to the all commercials for Vegas, just like this place was a piss poor comparison to half the mind-fuck movies Hollywood produced that I used to watch in high school.

I didn't tell this to Romie of course.

I rode on a cobblestone path atop Rudolf, while she floated on in front, leading the way. She opted for going commando that day evidently, I could see her bare ass the whole time as her dress rode up. I'll admit she had a nice one, good shape not skinny not too big, unlike some, for example Holsts. Now them cowgirls had a booty so big you'd need a GPS to find your way out.

After about an hour, though I stopped peeking at her... assets and started thinking. Going into Wonderland was a pretty desperate move for me. I wasn't afraid per say, just I wished there was a more...normal way for me to get home. Like maybe Richard Dean Anderson showing up and offering me a ride though the Stargate- that kind of normal. Not the 'hey let's go see my mom that's ruler of wacky land and watch out for the tulips they get a little rapey when you brush by them' - normal.

We rode for a few hours more. Saw some glowing neon trees, orange water, pink grass, a coyote chasing after a road runner with an Acme rocket... wait did I really see the last one?

We eventually came to a little rest stop/ restaurant on the side of the path. Romie landed and clapped her paws in glee.

"My friend owns this place! I'm so happy we found it!"

I tied Rudolfs reins to a tree branch (sorry to leave you out here guy) and walked in with her.

Inside was actually quite nice, it had booths set up around a glass counter with pastries on display, the smell of tea brewing combined with fresh baked bread gave the whole place a rather normal, comforting feel. I felt like I should be worried.