Haha.  Alice.

Alice was a writer.
She had gold hair,
black bow of long shiny ribbon.
Of course.
Big innocent eyes accompanied by long eyelashes that would make women mutter on the subway.
She always pictured herself leaning over to say, “They’re real.”
but she was too lazy, and didn’t care about their speculations.
It was winter, so she wrote things.
Stupid things that she never liked, but had to
to feed your head.

11:59, she fell down the rabbit hole to Muse, Hysteria.
Not that she fell down and met Muse the band, but Hysteria was playing while she was falling.

The whole world exploded into color as soon as the drums began. Well, at least it would have exploded into color as soon as the drums began, but it sucks because Dominic missed his entrance and set Wonderland off-kilter… and that probably didn’t matter since Wonderland was already strange to begin with.

“The sights I’m seeing are startling,” she muttered to herself as she floated by, and
Starlight started.

She was always getting into all sorts of shit. Yesterday, it was bats. Wednesday was poisonous clovers “Good thing I had my rubber boots!”  Two weeks ago was a warehouse full of fucking picture frames. “Nothing ever actually illegal.”
Now she was surrounded by checkered patterns in waves and rocking chairs.
Some French toast floated by.

 “Shit. I’ve run out of juice.”

 Her eyes flew open.

Haha.  Alice.
Alice is a writer.
She has black hair. Disheveled.
She wishes she owned a pair of black glasses to put on every morning before hopping onto her table where all her creations are
Created.  But no.
Carrots improve your eyesight and she was always eating them as a child.

She writes things;
stupid things that she never liked,
but had to
in order to feed herself.

But the Words were important to her for other reasons than that.