Alex was drunk. Or at least, he thought he was. After he got stabbed, imagined he got stabbed, he slipped into darkness, only to awaken minuets later on a lilac path, overlooking a pure black ocean. It looked like a sea of ink. Patches of deep purple grass decorated the edges of the clearing. Ash grey trees sprung up from the oddly colored grass. They towered above Alex into a sky that seemed to be stuck in twilight. It was purple-pink and dotted with milky stars that were struggling to shine. They looked as though they’d burn out any second.
Alex sat up and looked around in in the dim light. He noticed his outfit had changed. He wore black and grey vertically striped trousers, a navy blue shirt and a black jacket. His shoes were dull black leather and he had a black tie hung loosely around his neck. Alex saw a black oversized top hat laying next to him. It had a navy ribbon tied around it with a large floppy bow drooping over the rim.
Alex picked it up and brushed the lilac dust off it with his navy gloved hand. He placed it on his head and grinned.
Alex heard movement behind him and he quickly jumped up and span around. He expected to see the dark figure who had attacked him earlier. Instead, he saw the nurse, Cecilia. But it wasn’t her. The nurse he’d met earlier didn’t have long, snowy white rabbit ears or a white rabbits tail.
Alex blinked and rubbed his eyes. Yeah, they were there.
Cecilia’s outfit had changed, too. Instead of her white nurses uniform, she wore a white skater dress. Images of clocks were printed in black at the hem of the skirt. It looked like the clocks were spilling from her waistline and gathering at the end of the flawless fabric. A plain black ribbon was tied around her waist. Cecilia wore white ballet shoes with white ribbons criss-crossing up her lightly tanned legs. Her short blonde hair was lighter then before.
Cecilia stirred again and sat up. She looked around her, taking in the change of scenery. Her pale blue eyes eventually settled on Alex. Cecilia frowned when she saw his clothes had changed. She looked down at her own attire. Confusion spread across her face as one of her newly acquired ears flopped in front of her eyes. Her head shot back up to Alex.
Alex shook his head and shrugged. He was as boggled as she.
“Is this a dream?” she asked quietly, “Or did that man kill me in the asylum?”
“I’m not sure. Personally, I think I’ve just had one to many drinks and I’m actually standing in the bar naked.” Alex replied.
Cecilia frowned, “Naked?”
“You’d be surprised how many times it’s happened.” Alex gave her a lopsided smile. He walked over and offered her his hand. She accepted his help and he pulled her to her feet.
“So…” Alex trailed, “What are we supposed to do?”
And that’s when he heard it.
“London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.”
Alex and Cecilia whipped the heads around and looked up the lilac path winding uphill to the edge of the cliff. A single grey tree stood overlooking the inky water, a black silhouette against the twilight sky. A simple swing hung from the tree. And upon that swing sat…
“London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.”
