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Meanwhile, the door—dangling above like a vast book, loaded with at least three inches of life-knowledge—seemed to recall its purpose. It groaned forward, “I’m here.”

Beside it, the window drowsed by a dozing mouse, half-idling, half-deciding— hesitating whether to power itself up or hibernate once more into glassy sleep.

Altogether, it would require only halffff an inch, the flick of a too-keen wrist, and the room itself would gather its poise and tip back upon its handsome collar and twirling mustache.

“Oh dear! Do mind your angle,” cried the door and window together. “We can’t all be Piza, and you aren't its master, you know — standing upright keeps our magnetic appeal, like a prince out of a story book.”

And yet Alice endeavored to make sense of it all. “The one I stepped on, it must be the floor,” she reasoned. “What a muddle to walk about, like a lopsided wander-wand —ah, I daresay I’ve gone and broken it altogether.”

Alice nearly cast a die to decide the size of her flick. It quivered so eagerly, itching to etch its name into history. And now, one small flick from her; one tremendous flip for the world.

The tipping room, uneasy furniture, and dozing mouse all held their breath—balancing, barely, on a single trembling pin.

 Alice Nearly—

Smothered Eveyone

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