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She awoke, not with a start, but quite slowly. Her head was nestled on a very plump pillow and she was covered by a very warm quilt and, despite the nightmarish quality of her dream, she felt quite rested and refreshed.“Oh, what a lovely way to wake,” she murmured as she stretched and yawned. “I much prefer it to many of the other ways I’ve been woken some of which have been downright rude.”Sitting up, the quilt clutched to her chest, for more comfort than for modesty, she gazed around the room. It was unfamiliar which didn’t surprise her in the least. She might have been more surprised, in fact, had she recognized it.“It is quite lovely,” she mused, taking note of the view out the window. A garden. Very English with a variety of carefully cultivated flowers and small trees as well as a small pond and a cobblestone path. And one much larger tree. An oak, an inviting-looking swing hanging from one of its sturdy branches.“Truly delightful,” she sighed, before turning her attention to the view within the four walls of the bedroom.“Whoever lives here is very fond of pink,” she noted to herself, for not only were the walls papered in pink, the entire room had been done in pink. A pink settee sat beneath the window. Against a wall were a pink writing desk and a pink chair. Her very plump pillow and her very warm quilt were also pink, as was the covering the floor from wall to wall. Even the door was pink.“Proof again, that I am merely a visitor here. Perhaps a guest. Hopefully not an imposter, for while I am quite fond of pink, I would never devote an entire room to the color. And now, that I am awake, I suppose I should explore a little…”She took a moment to peek under the quilt, giggling softly.“Starting with the wardrobe for I am quite indecent at present, although, in truth, I have been quite indecent for most of my adventures. This time her soft giggle was accompanied by a blush that spread through her cheeks, turning them pink, of course. Not surprisingly, the wardrobe was full of various apparel in shades of pink. Several pink dresses. A few pink blouses. A pink pinafore. Pink skirts. Frilly pink knickers. Several pink shifts. Beylikdüzü Escort Pink stockings and socks. There was even a pink bonnet.“I guess I shall be wearing pink today,” she mused while trying to decide whether she was in the mood for one of the pretty dresses, and if so, which one.Eventually, she chose a somewhat plain pink dress, putting it on (sans knickers, for she was suddenly feeling very naughty) and admired herself in the mirror which, while not pink, reflected the entire room which was pink, giving it the distinct illusion of pinkness.“I suppose I should explore…”She never quite finished the thought, for she was suddenly aware of a rather melancholy melody being played upon what sounded like a harpsichord coming from somewhere beyond the door to the room.“I am, seemingly, not alone,” she decided, putting her ear to the door and listening carefully to the song. “It seems that, whoever is playing, either had very little skill or have chosen an instrument that is badly out of tune.”Deciding to investigate, she ventured out of the room and found herself in a small theatre. A very small theatre, for it had only a dozen or so seats facing a very small stage upon which sat an old man in tarnished armor upon a bench, his fingers clumsily picking out notes on a dull-looking keyboard. “What a strange sight,” she mused, her attention on the seats, or rather the audience who were seated. Puppets. Marionettes to be precise, all resembling various animals, both exotic and familiar. Made of painted wood and cloth their strings danged from lifeless limbs onto the wooden floor. “Not a very lively bunch,” she quipped, smiling at her cleverness. At that precise moment, the knight (for a knight he must be, for who else would dress in armor) stopped playing, and turned towards her, his rheumy eyes blinking as if trying to focus on her.“Who is there?” he asked, his voice shaking with age, rather than fear.“Alice, if it pleases you,” Alice answered politely, recalling her manners when addressing the elderly.“It pleases me not,” the knight replied as he reached down to fetch a sheathed sword and a Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan shield. “But it is the only name that I have, so pleasing or not, I am, indeed, Alice, good knight.”“And good night to you as well,” the old man replied, suddenly slumping against his instrument. A moment later he was snoring loudly, causing Alice to shake her head with amusement.“I suppose it would be rude to wake him. Besides, he didn’t seem very fond of company. Perhaps I shall just leave him be.”“I wonder which where to go now?” she mused, for while there was one door leading in, there were three – one painted red, one green, and one yellow – leading out. Four if you counted the door she’d just passed through, but she already knew where that led. Or had led when she’d passed through it. She’d gotten very used to things not being logical. “Might I suggest the green door.” “Pardon?” she asked, surprised.“The green door,” the voice repeated. Alice realized that it was coming from one of the puppets. One that resembled a tiger.“Of course, it depends upon where you are bound for,” a second voice chimed in. An ass this time.“Nonsense,” retorted the tiger. “Regardless of where she is bound, the blue door would be the best choice.“And I say poppycock,” declared another of the puppets. A goat wearing a red vest. “She should take the yellow door.”“Green door,” The tiger growled, showing its teeth. “Any other choice is pure folly.”“A costly but useless structure built to satisfy the whims of some eccentrics!” Shouted the ass, stamping his hoof for good measure. “In France, folie means delight or favorite abode. Likewise, the term feuillée means a leafy arbor.” The goat declared, doing his best to look smug, despite the fact that he was a wooden puppet.“We’re not in France, though, are we,” Alice thought out loud. “We’re in Wonderland. Aren’t we?”“Not exactly,” the ass said with a very horsey grin. “That is, it all depends on your point of view.”“My point of view?”“Exactly.”“And which door you take,” added the tiger, his nose twitching as if he was about to sneeze.“Foolishness,” snorted the goat, rolling his eyes. Escort Beylikdüzü “Frivolity run amuck.”“So were I to take the green door, I would end up in Wonderland?” “Perhaps,” the ass said, nodding. “Or perhaps-““That reminds me. There is a very famous riddle concerning tigers and doors,” The goat interrupted.““There is also a very famous riddle concerning three blind men and an elephant.” A fourth puppet entered the conversation, this one, unsurprisingly, a wooden elephant with tusks painted ivory. Now how does it go?“I am afraid I’m not very good with riddles,” Alice admitted.“That’s the spirit,” commented a zebra with orange and yellow stripes. “Best to give up before you’ve even started.”“I haven’t given up,” Alice retorted with a frown. “I was simply admitting-““In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door!” Shouted the goat gleefully.“Please, this is all very confusing,” Alice said, stamping her foot on the wooden floor and sounding very cross indeed.“Rabbits!” declared the tiger.“That makes no sense at all.”“It does if you’re a rabbit.”“Oh… muzzlefumps!” she swore. At least she thought she swore. The word had just popped into her mind and out of her mouth and it certainly sounded like a word that one might use upon stubbing their toe upon a large stone.“And you said you weren’t very good at riddles,” the Ass snickered.“Please be quiet. I am trying to think.”“Don’t take too long,” the elephant said, glancing towards the doors nervously. “They’ll fade and then you’ll be trapped here. Like us.” “Trapped? Alice queried, suddenly alarmed.“I was once a Nubian prince,” the Tiger answered, his voice sounding sad, “with a great harem full of the most beautiful women and wealth beyond your imagining and now I am but a puppet.”“I was a Scholar,” the goat added. “Respected and loved.”“I was an actress, sought after by kings,” opined the Ass.“And I was a great warrior, known for my bravery and skill,” the elephant said. “Respected and feared throughout the land. And now, look at me? Wood, string, and cloth.”“If you dally, you’ll share our fate,” the ass warned. “Best to choose quickly and be gone. Look! They’re already fading!”Alice glanced at the doors. It was just as the ass said. The doors seemed to be fading.“Oh, dear,” she gasped, “I suppose I shall have to choose one.”