PERFECT WEATHER
Alice wandered on after the counting.
Story reoriented.
Nothing had disappeared, and neither had her loneliness—it clung to her lower hem like a child holding to the mother.
Presently, a house appeared, a good deal larger than the Rabbit’s; counting precisely twelve steps, Alice found herself before it.
Her curiosity piqued, stretching to fit the size of the house.
The Cat had already pivoted out of her attention.
The house seemed to swell ever so slightly—two inches.
“How very egotistical it can be!” Alice tipped her head.
The house grew precisely bigger than Alice’s curiosity. It had a ruler—one the Queen used to rule with.
A faint, sweet smell of milk drifted by from a long table.
At one end sat the Hatter; at the other, the March Hare.
Between them lay the Dormouse, snoring like a tiny toot-toot train chugging from one dream to another.
Next Episode: A Ruler
Still ruling everyone—measuring a two-inch swelling in the tea-party house.
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.

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