Spyware monitored spyware.
Anxiety multiplied in parallel.
So did the lullaby's hallucinations.
Her fists clenched.
Alice closed her eyes. Took one, two deep breaths.
She hypnotised herself.
"I'm Alice. I'm Alice. Nobody but Alice."
The words confirmed.
Reconfirmed.
Beneath the tablecloth, two trails of cookies crossed the floor.
They flattened into the floor pattern.
Then scattered.
"I'm Alice. I'm Alice. Nobody but Alice," she chanted.
She dropped to her knees.
Her fingers scrabbled across the floorboards, straining against the dark.
Cookies.
Just peanut cookies.
Ordinary. Innocent.
One.
Two.
Buckle my shoe.
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A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.

1 comment:
There is only one Alice, great story.
Have a happy weekend.
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