I can’t get the mermaid out of my head. Her stare bores into me every time I close my eyes.
Can’t sleep.
Too many visions of the Hatter. What he was. Who he’s become.
I get it.
Wonderland needs a warrior. And Heaven help us, it’s me.
Reminds me of mam. I can’t help but think that this is somehow all her doing. Why tell me Wonderland doesn’t exist? What did she hope to gain? Would we even be here now if I hadn’t left, hadn’t stopped believing?
Wonderland’s existence was never in question. Mine was.
I believe it now. Muchly.
