'I can't believe Alice would say such nonsense,' Margaret thinks to herself as she pulls down the sheets to get into bed. Sighing she puts her hair up in a bun and blows out the candles next to her bed. 'Talking rabbits and cats, a man of strange action and hats, a woman obsessed over hearts and cards. I swear that girl needs to be sent to a boarding school to learn a proper way of thinking.'
After about ten minutes sleep finally takes over Margret's mind. She slips off into the darkness. Peace and quiet after a long day of hearing Alice speak of a crazy dream finally relax Margret into a deep sleep.
A blinding light shines in Margaret's eyes as she slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes. The sounds of birds is all around her as she looks at her surroundings. She is in a meadow. Flowers with disapproving looks gaze upon her with their noses turned up high. Whispers and hysterical laughter fill her ears.
"Who is that?"
"She looks like Alice. Is Alice back?"
"No you fool. Alice has golden hair not brunette."
Margret turns to see a table set up with tea pots and cups. Little pastries line the table as well. To her left is a rabbit with a beat up, tattered look to it with a twitching eye as it pours tea into a cup without a bottom. To her right is a dormouse stabbing at the pastries with a little sword no bigger in length than her little finger. Straight ahead is a man with a beat up hat with pins and a ribbon on it. His hair is as orange as fire and his eyes are sporting eye shadow of various colors.
Margret steps back a few feet in fear of the table of creatures. This all has to be some dream. There isn't any other explanation. The man in the hat speaks up.
"You must be Margret. We have heard so much about you from Alice. She's a very peculiar girl, she is. Say, do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" He asks her leaning towards the edge of his chair. Margret screams as a chair is pushed into the back of her knees and she falls into it. The rabbit to her left starts laughing beating his paws on the table.
"A writing desk. Hahaha. Can you believe it? A writing desk." It says throwing its head back clutching it's sides and takes a sip of tea from the pot.
"Excuse me but can someone please explain to me how I got here and why?" Margret asks in terror as the dormouse jumps on the end of a spoon shooting a sugar cube into her tea. The man in the hat answers her.
"Isn't it obvious my dear? You are here to have tea with us. Now come on. Help yourself to anything on the table." He opens his arms wide towards the table. "And you may call me Hatter. This here is March and Heidi." Motioning to each of his friends as he speaks.
Margret scoffs at them.
"I would hardly call this Teatime. First of all everything is a mess. Half the cups are broken. The mouse is on the table. And you're all mad."
The table becomes silent as laughter comes from behind Margaret's chair.
"Well darling. Didn't Alice tell you? We're all mad here." A cat forms out of thin air in front of Margaret. "But I'm sure you didn't believe her did you? You poor thing. Does this mean you aren't scared?"
"A true lady isn't scared of anything. She stands her ground and has a proper teatime. Not a bunch of loonies with broken china and most likely poisoned tea on a rickety table in the middle of nowhere." Margret yells standing up with enough force knocking her chair backwards resulting in the sound of wood crashing on the hard flooring of a large room.
Looking around Margaret notices a woman with an extremely large head staring down at her from a throne like chair.
"Hooooo R U?" Letters form from smoke coming from a caterpillar on the woman's head.
"I am Margaret sister of Alice whom I can guess you know as well." The woman's eyes become cold as she glares at Margaret.
"Did you say sister of Alice?"
"Yes I did and I demand to know how I got from my bedroom,to a tea party of loonies, to a large room with a big headed heart obsessed loon." The woman tsks at Margaret.
"I thought you were a lady. Ladies do not throw out such insults and profanity towards people. Turns out you are no different than your stubborn sister." With that the woman takes in a deep breath and yells at the top of her lungs. "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
Once again the scene changes around Margaret and she is sitting with her head laying on a bloody block and her hair pinned up from her neck. She looks around in terror when she sees a rabbit in a waist coat tapping a pocket watch.
"It's time," is all she heard from it before spotting a set of twins with sad looks on their faces and a burlap bag in their hands. Margaret thinks she saw them say they were sorry but didn't have time to react before a pain shot through her neck. But it was gone as quick as it came. Darkness took over again.
Sitting up screaming Margaret can hear Alice's quiet voice next to her as a candle is lit in her dark room. She looks around frantically and feels her neck.
"Margret what on earth is wrong with you?" Alice asks starring into her sister's eyes. Margret pulls her sister to hers and cries onto her shoulder.
"Oh Alice it was terrible. There was a table of crazy people then there was a woman who wanted my head removed. There was also. Twins and a rabbit. Alice they chopped off my head." Margret cries more as Alice rubs her hand down her sister's hair.
"Shhhh Margaret it's okay I'm here. It's okay. Let it out." The room is silent except for Margaret's sobs and Alice's words of comfort.
Laughter fills the room and the cat from before appears on Margret's dresser. "Silly girl. You don't listen do you? I told you that we're all mad here." Then just as quick as it came it was gone leaving Margaret a screaming, hysterical mess.
