through the looking glass

So. This is decidedly odd. I come home from work, I munch a little munch, and then I pretend to pay attention as mumsy blathers on about the dog nto chasing the cat, which surely is a sign of impending Doom! Yeah, right, and I take a little nap.

I wake up and the couch seems huge. I chalk it up to my glasses being on funny. Only, when I attempt to push them up, there are no glasses. And I can see. I'm dreaming, I decide, only to fall off the couch [when did it get to be such a long fall?] and I'll be damned if that didn't hurt like hell.

Dreams don't hurt.

So I take about two steps and realize, "holy mother of holly... the ottoman is taller than I am."

The hell is that? Did I shrink? Did the world get a giant dose of radiation and all the furniture grew while the people started to shrink?

Not exactly. It seems that there's some weird super!freaky-friday stuff going on. Because I finally made it to a mirror and what do I see, but the above face.

Seriously cute, but seriously not me.

So... if I'm Alice, is Alice me?

The only way to find out was to hitch a ride with Belle who sniffed me and munched on my hair until I managed to climb onto her back [not easy when your freakin' hands keep falling off!] and attempt to coax her into finding me. Seems she thinks I'm mad. Imagine that.

Followed the sound of deranged laughter and found the weirdest tea party ever. No tea, no party, just me playing around with Princi and Panda... and cackling about it. Who knew Alice could cackle?

I ran [well, Belle ran, but I'm the one who pulled out one very small black fur/hair and risked my very fragile neck] away before she could inflict her twisted sense of "ha! now I'm bigger than you!" on me. I'm a coward, I know.

Random, but it's a bitch to type contractions when you have no fingers. Luckily there are a lot of pens around here.

Ack! Alice seems to have mastered the fine art of hearing from three rooms away. Hide me, hide me!
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