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Linker27
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Dissie : Lewis Carroll wrote the amazing books Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass.
“Ever drifting down the stream, Lingering in the golden gleam. Life, what is it but a dream?”(1)
“Bird, Monster, Sea, Sky: The scene on the lid of a sleeper’s eye. (2)
How you do you prove that you exist? Maybe we don’t exist.(3)
Summary – A young high school girl goes for a walk in the park, and runs into the Cheshire Cat. Brief One-Shot.
AWAKENING
by Linker27
I was always one of those people who longed for a magic world to swallow me up, so I could live a life less dull. But, after I grew older and older, I stopped believing in magic and fairies. What was the point, really? I waited 10 years, before I finally realized I needed to wake up and smell the roses. Sometimes though, I still wish it could be, somehow.
“Would be, if it were. It certainly might, if it was. But if it aint, then it isn’t. Simple as that, Aki-chan. Simple as that…”
“Who.. who’s there?” I demanded, and the light autumn wind blew through the dying trees. A fiendish laugh sounded behind me. I spun around, expecting to see something, but, I didn’t. A small noise, like little bells, sounded from the right. I glanced in the direction of it, but, again, saw nothing.
“Who is there!” I shouted, quite annoyed by whomever was taunting me. And before me, a small shape began to take form. First a tail, then a body, and finally a head, with a smile of gleaming teeth. ‘The Cheshire Cat’, my mind supplied. Even though I knew what it was that stood in front of me, I asked “What are you?”
And, typically I suppose, the cat responded with, “That very much depends on what you see.”
“Are you the one they call the Cheshire Cat?” I tried.
“So they have called me, through the years. I’ve never met one as old as you, though.”
“One what?”
“You belong with us; with the hatter and the hare, at the bottom of the rabbit hole.”
“Either I’m dreaming, or I’m mad.”
“You’re mad. Everyone is, down there.”
“I must be dreaming… I have to be.”
“Or, you’ve just woken up. It’s all the same, in the end.” And without another word, the cat disappeared again. Shaking my head, I started walking home, the cat’s final words echoing through my mind. “…just woken up. It’s all the same, in the end…” ‘Is it? I read Carroll’s books, as a child, but, they were books, right? Stories, novels, fiction? Right?...’
That night, I dreamt of sleeping kings, and teardrop-lakes. I dreamt of tiny keys and a giant chess board. And in the center of my dream, there was a little girl, with ghost-like features, dancing in the park, right where I had seen the Cheshire cat, dancing, with little bells sewn all up her sleeves.
When I woke up; the dream was gone, but from that day on, I started to see the world anew; as if I had woken up for the first time.
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