Welcome To Wonderland

The bottle said, “Drink me.”  She drank.

She feels very strange – like she’s shrinking and in fact she is, she has shrunk to the perfect size.

But she had not fallen down a rabbit-hole, she was not in Wonderland. There was no Mad Hatter, there was no White Rabbit. She was still in her house, there he sat and so did she. There they were, living out the story they had been told.

No one had mentioned this unwritten twist that she unknowingly went along with – in order for him to play his role she would need to shrink, just enough to appear like she was a little less, yet still a respectable size.

“Here’s to a happy life” she thought and raised her cup -

And she drank.