My days in Wonderland are numbered.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain...
Part of the great divide in this wonder woman's life is Wonderland. It's getting to be a veritable war zone down there. The jabberwock is loose and everyone is out for number one. People are fighting to stay alive. They are disappearing every day. Only the few and the brave are surviving. One of the good Wonderlanders was hacked off the chopping block just this last week, and one of its esteemed queens was shipped off to Neverland the week before that. It's not looking good.
Cue in me. Barely with my citizenship and striving to make a name for myself in Wonderland, I work hard and smile big. (It's the best way to get a queen's attention, when you smile big when you want to scream out loud.) I've become quite the white rabbit. Running around, busy as a bee, making appointments, keeping up with all the Wonderlanders. But even a white rabbit is expendable, especially if a jabberwock is hungry for rabbit stew...
My time in Wonderland is limited. I know it is. The Red Queen is only letting the few and proud old established Wonderlanders pass through the pearly gates. I'm only allowed to peak through the bushes of the croquet court, when I'm allowed at all. Times are hard in Wonderland. Very, very, hard. I can feel the breath of the jabberwock on my neck wonder women, I can smell it's breath. It's coming for me. It's waiting for the time when I'm late for a very important date, and that's when I'll smell it for the last time....
Running to the mercy of a pocket watch, WW
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