Chapter 1: The Introduction
Chapter 2: The Symbol
Alison A Space Love Story Wonderland
One thing is good, and nothing at all. Another thing is fine, and nothing at all. The last things to remember are the best things to save. Most things are important, especially if you want a lot of things. It's not easy being cheesy but it's not easy being the best. It's not easy to make it, so it's best to get to Sesame Street. One things for sure if you want a nice day, one day or something like that you can get to the place where you can come back. Sunny days, every thing is to be done with a little bit more than a minute. It's a type of thing in the morning to the new year of the month, and the pumpkin patch was the most beautiful thing in the world again.
Twas the whole night of lights, the whole night of cheer, presents are best wrapped, potatoes are best under gravy. Hams are best glazed, yams taste good candied, and somewhere there must be a marshmallow.
Spinning around and around, and around and around, loves a funny thing. Floating on a cloud, light as a feather on a walk on a chocolate path. Mountains towering with candies, streams of sugary colors, rocks made of jelly beans, trees growing purple plums. A cupcake the size of a house, an ice cream sundae with a giant cherry on top.
One things for certain, there's a new fish in town, the sushi restaurant is crowded, sashimi, wasabi, tuna rolls around. It's always been a long time since the last time isn't that nice. Dinners are always special on rice. A hamburger diner at the end of a beach pier. A long walk on the coast, a sun setting at dawn. The sky is filled with colors, like ice cream sherbert as far as the eye can see. One plus one is two, two and one make three. Standing at the foam, looking at the ocean, far far away at the line of the horizon, where the sky meets the sea.
Flipping through the times, and the parasals of the caribbean are in. The rooster was actually a robot and a nice one at that. Feed the birds, feed the dog, feed the cat. Thing one and thing two, the days to do list is done.
Love is like the sunshine, it wakes you in the morning. Nothing you do is never not enough. To laugh is all you need, to smile unctrollably. What makes this place so perfect for such a thing, is it's the only place for anything. Try, try again, fail not, you will succeed. Try, try again, for love you will not lose. It's the only thing that matters, the only thing worth doing. Some things are better off, left alone, so why not. All you need is love, love is all you need.
Walking through the blades of grass, green and long, with a shimmer of sunlight along the edge. The sky lingers in the background, now twinkling with stars. Approaching a fork in the road she begins to wonder. Which is the best way to see the moon. She holds tight to her things, and waits for a decision, a rustle in the grass, a fluffy white rabbit nestled in its bed. The covers are fluffy and decorated, the frame is shiny. It's feet twitch while it runs through its dreams. She wonders to wake him, but it looks so cozy. She says hello, and waits for him.
A moment passes by, and his nose begins to twitch, his eyes begin to peep open, and begins to stretch. He hasn't noticed her yet, his dream still on his mind. "What a wonderful place that dream was.", he says, yawning and almost awake. "Hello" she says, hoping not to scare him away. The rabbit smiles and looks up, and sees a beautiful face. "Hello" he says, now happily awake. "I thought I was going to be dreaming forever." he said, remembering her voice entering his dream. "You have a beautiful voice.", the rabbit says, as she smiles to show thanks. "I'm trying to find the moon.", she says, "And I'm hoping you know the best way.". The rabbit more excited now to show her the way.
"There's only one way and it's the best way you'll see.", the rabbit said, "Follow me.". The rabbit threw his fluffy comforter blanket onto the bed, hopped a few places forward, looked up and said, "You haven't told me your name.". She said, "Alison, not Alice though, just Alison.". The rabbit asked, "Why not Alice?". She said "It's just not the same.", smiling. "Do you mean not the same as the Alice in the Alice in Wonderland story?", asked the rabbit. "Yes" she said, "While I do love Alice in Wonderland it's just not my name", again she smiles. "Oh -k" says the rabbit, and hops a few more spots forward. "Names are an important thing." the rabbit says with an excited expression on his face. "MmmHmm" agrees Alison. "I have a name.", the rabbit excitedly tries to hold back his excitement. "Oh, yes, you DO", she expresses her thoughtlessness. The rabbit hops forward a few spots, looks back, stares and smiles, Alison following closely behind.
Hopping, hopping, hopping along. "My name is Rabbit." he says, "I'm a rabbit.". Alison says, "You are an adorable fluffy rabbit.". "Thanks" the rabbit says, and they continue to hop along.
"How far do we need to go to find the moon?". The rabbit looking around and pointing says "Not far, past these trees and then we can see the sky." It is dark out, but the surroundings are bright, with things that glow and light up the night. Plants of neon, fluorescent flowers, water that shimmers, rocks that sparkle. Rabbit says, "Maybe you'd like something to eat.". "That sounds perfect, my stomach is grumbling.", Alison says. "There's no better place than the one I'm thinking of. And it's not far off, if you don't mind straying away with me for a mile.". "I don't know anything around here so I'll follow you. Is someone expecting us, will they be okay if us means two?" "Of course of course," Rabbit says undoubtedly, "one things for sure, is they know me. No need to worry, it's not a crowd, me, you, and them, makes three."
"Will there be cake?" she asked, mainly she wasn't starving, she just wanted some cake. "Cake is all there is!" the rabbit said with excitement. "Then I'm even more excited, let's hurry, we don't want to be late." "Yer right." said the rabbit as he snapped a turn around and began to dash a line straight away. "Wait for me, I can't fly, I can only do this", and she extended her arm out reaching toward the rabbit in the distance, and slowly he began to float into the air, his limbs stirring as if to be sure he wasn't going to fall to the ground. She had levitated him slightly off the ground, just around waist height. Smiling now, she wasn't sure if he would be impressed.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting that, that's nifty." Alison quickly spoke, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to fall behind, I hope I didn't scare you." "None at all, I'm fine," said the rabbit, "impressed, and fine." To Alison's reply, "Oh good, I just wanted to be sure." Slowly she lowered the rabbit to the ground, and they stood there and stared at each other. "I love cake so much." she said, she wasn't going to miss a chance for some cake. "I have an idea." The rabbit said, and he grew to a size that she could ride on his back. "Hop on", and she climbed onto the rabbit. "One more thing." and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a clock that fits in his hand and said, "This will make the trip a little more sparkly." After he said that, sparkles started to swirl around them and the trees and ground and everything around them began to change to swirling colors. The light around them became white as if they were standing in a cloud, and as the white light fizzled away she could start to see a little table in the middle of a small grassy area. The white light dissappeared, leaving little twinkles surrounding them until those twinkles faded too. Alison stepped off the rabbit, and nestled her feet into the grass. There was a little square 10 foot by 10 foot table, with a table cloth that ran down the middle. 3 chairs surrounded the table, and a cake cart was parked on the fourth side. The grassy area was surrounded by hedge bushes too high to see over, almost as if nothing else exists beyond the hedges.
When at first it feels like nothing else exists except the place where you stand, it's always good to believe you are right, because there is a chance you might be right. The grassy area was dark, but the table could be seen. There were no stars in the sky because there was no sky. Light shown on the hedge wall but there was no lamp. The grass twinkled as if it had tiny water droplets on it but it was dry. The rabbit began to walk around on the grass admiring the grassy area. When he turned to face her he was suddenly holding a tea cup. And in another moment the tea cup he was holding began to stretch towards her and split into a second cup that began floating towards her. In the empty space between Alison and the rabbit a tea kettle began to appear floating above the tea cup pouring tea into her cup. After pouring her cup the tea kettle placed itself on the table. "Where is the host?" asked Alison to the rabbit. "I don't know." "Are we too early or too late?" "No, this is everybody." "But your friend the host, are they going to be here too?" "They're always here," said the rabbit, "this is it, this is who I brought you to see. You don't need to say hello or anything, it would just seem like yer crazy and talking to yer self." the rabbit happily explained. Alison reached out and grabbed her cup.
As Alison holds the cup she looks deep into the liquid settled into the cup. Trying not to disturb the fluid so she can see her reflection she holds the cup prefectly steady. The tea begins to swirl and spiral. Alison stares and wonders. She imagines something magical is going to happen, maybe colors, or a peek into the future. She thinks and waits as the swirling continues, then slowly the swirling slows to a motionless cup of tea again. "What a peculiar cup of tea." Alison mentions. She begins to slosh the tea around but as soon as it seems as though it will spill over the tea curls over and back into the cup. "Can you hear me?" She says to the tea. The tea glows and shimmers, changes colors and swirls, and nothing happens. Finally she decides to have a sip. "I hope this doesn't hurt" she says, and slowly moves in for a sip so as not to burn herself. The drink is warm, and the taste is good. Alison releases the cup from her grip. Poof a tiny glowing fairy with wings, approximately a couple inches tall appears says, "Are you gonna finish that?", grabs the cup, and poof, dissappears, with the cup.
A stunned Alison is standing in awe, the rabbit looking with a blank look on his face. The moment Alison was going to say something, she realized the fairy had taken the cup, but left the tea. Floating in front of Alison was a little liquid ball of tea. She reached her palm out, placed her hand beneath the ball, and the ball began to twist and spin until a little brown ball of mooshy tea lands in her hand. "This is the most adorable little ball I've ever seen." she said. She slowly and gently moves her fingers to grasp the little ball. It's liquid, her fingers squish through it if she presses too hard. She pulls a tiny pouch out of her pocket. The pouch is a little brown material fancy decorated gold embroidered small bag. The ball jumps in. The tiny brown tea ball doesn't do anything so she puts it on a napkin on the table. The ball tries to climb out of the bag, so she strings it shut, puts it into her pocket, the fancy golden tastles dangling out of her pocket. She reaches into her other pocket and pulls out a little black book. This little black book tells her about things she finds, and she writes into the book about things that she doesn't find in the book. She starts to skim through the book for anything about the new ball she found. She also makes notes to the fairy section of the book about the fairy she saw. The words golden sparkle fizzle away after she writes them in, leaving plenty of room for her to write about everything.
The little black book is very important. It's a small square shaped book. The pages are an old paper color, along the edges are a shiny gold color. When the book is opened it fits in the palm of Alison's hand from palm to finger tips. When the book is closed its as thick as her finger tips closing the book against her palm, her fingers slightly curved to hold it closed. In a way it's a small thick book. The book can grow and shrink depending on its owner. The book has information about everything in history that has been written into it before Alison owned it. The pages never age, and if torn they heal and return to new. If dropped, the book never hits the floor. If a page is torn out, a new page grows in its place, the removed page glows until its owner crumples it into a paper ball or tosses it away, then the page sparkles away into nothingness.
There is an infinite amount of information in the book, but the book pages only shows what she needs to know, or what she asks it to show her or tell her about. Most days Alison enjoys laying around reading her little black book, writing things into the book, the book showing her things have already been written, or sometimes the book files the things she writes away for her. For example, after the fairy appeared and took the tea cup, Alison wrote some notes into the book:
A fairy appeared. The fairy wanted my tea cup. The fairy was a glowing green fairy. The fairy said Are you gonna finish that? The fairy dissappeared, with my tea cup.
After Alison wrote about the fairy into the book every page of the book was about fairies. Red fairies, orange fairies, yellow fairies, green fairies, blue fairies, purple fairies, black fairies, white fairies, good fairies, bad fairies, strawberry fairies, raspberry fairies, leaf fairies, shoe fairies, hat fairies, flower fairies, bubble fairies, mist fairies, sparkling fairies, fire fairies, water fairies, tree fairies, rock fairies, pond fairies, pocket fairies, attic fairies, bed fairies, grass fairies, bush fairies, fairies that can appear and dissappear, fairies that can walk into mirrors, night fairies, day fairies, cake fairies, candy fairies, on and on and on. There is so much fairy information that after each read page is turned it becomes more information for her to come back to after she finishes reading the book. As questions arise in Alison's mind while she is reading the book the words sparkle and change to answer to her wild imagination. "Fairies, what a day. She was glad to have a new pet, the ball, but she was shocked by the actions of the green fairy. Not quite rude as to say, just surprising, the fairy was probably building something and needed a tea cup, the only one available in the universe at that moment obviously Alison thinks, oh yes, and tea cup fairies, because tea cup fairies don't steal, that's why she asked for it first.
"I'm glad I was able to have a sip of the tea." Alison told the rabbit. The rabbit smiled, and then pointed to the splatter on the floor where his tea is, his cup also gone. "My cup disappeared." said the rabbit. Alison returned the smile, then continued reading about the fairies. "Tea cup fairies, bad fairies, mad fairies, builder fairies. I don't know what that was." she said. "I didn't even see mine, my cup dissappeared and then my tea splattered onto the floor."
The book has been passed through time from hand to hand many many previous owners. It has been given, bought, handed down, gifted, traded, awarded, traveled through time. It is never lost by the owner because it will appear wherever the owner hopes it will be, and can never be found by someone if lost because it will never be there for someone to find.
"Alison was given the book from her parents. Her parents are fuzzy animal people. Her mom is fuzzy, a calico colored fur, cat size ears but larger, a long tail with a fuzzy ball at the end. Her dad is fuzzy too, white fur, long rabbit ears, and a long striped black and white tail. When Alison was born the book appeared to the parents, they know not from who.
""Here, sit down Alison." The rabbit was preparing a seat at the table. Alison sat down, placed a hand on each side of the book, squeezed her hands together and "Voilá" the book vanished. She picked up the fork from the table and the cake started to appear on a plate, exactly what she was hoping for. She poked at it, and ate it. "We are in a pillar of nothingness, the moon is beyond this hedge wall, it's a beautiful view. The ocean is on the horizon. I wish I could explain how beautiful it is, you'll need to see it for your self."
"I'm almost ready. What should I do with my plate?" "Leave it there." Poof a China plate fairy appeared, placed her hand on the plate, and poof, the plate and the fairy were gone. Poof a linen fairy appeared and gave Alison a cloth napkin. Poof, she was gone. Alison remained seated at the table. Poof, a laundry fairy appeared, took Alison's napkin and poof she was gone. Alison was stuck in astonishment. Her mouth open in amazement for a few seconds. Poof, the tooth fairy appeared and gave Alison a tooth brush. Poof she disappeared too. Alison's mouth was wide open, holding a tooth brush in her hand. Poof, a time travel fairy appeared and poof, Alison dissappeared with the fairy.
Moments like this are the best times for puzzles. Especially if she can't see anything, and is somewhere in time. She thinks for a moment, where might she be. There's always a place, its gotta be somewhere. She puts her hands together, and pulls them apart, the little black book appears. She opens the book to the middle, and puts her face in close. She closes her eyes, the pages start to glow. She opens her eyes, to see a few inches away, the fairy floating, waves to her, and quickly flies away. The books' pages golden shine, is not much light to see anything, she closes her book. "Well, I guess it's only me.". "Echo". She hears an echoing voice. "Echo". She hears it again. "Hello?" Alison says. "Hello?" The voice says. "Hello" Alison says. "Hello" says the voice. A little distance away from her a column of blue dim light starts to shine down. There is a circle of bricks formed around a hole in the ground. The bricks shine with the blue light upon them. Alison in the dark, not sure what to think, to remember this is not a place of the ordinary, and expects anything. Alison says "Are you in the well?". "Yes" the voice replies. "Are you, oh well" and she walks towards the well to look down inside, it's empty, bright shimmering glowing blue water. "I had this feeling, I knew, it was going to be you." she says. The water twinkles and shines, the bricks lit with color.
She sits on the bricks, and peers down the well. "It's beautiful." she says, and the water twirls and sparkles. "Show me the rabbit." she asks, but nothing happens. "Oh you are not that sort of well?" She flips through her books' pages to find wells. "Wells, wells, wells, magic wells." "Ah, here it is." She points her finger at the well in her book, and then points her finger at the well, "Into my book." she commands, and the well dissolves into sparkles, and settles into her page. She closes her book, snaps her fingers, and she's back to the grassy tea party. The rabbit seated at the table, and across from him a turtle, seated the same, both with tea. The turtle and the rabbit, talking at the table, finishing their conversation. Finishing their tea, the turtle puts down his cup first, the rabbit just after. "I win." the turtle says, and the fairies clear the table and dissappear, the way they always do. The turtle stands up, and the rabbit does too. Alison walks toward the table, the three now done with tea. "It was great being here, you are the greatest turtle." says the rabbit, flips the turtle a coin, the turtle catching it in his hand. "Thanks" the greatful turtle greatfully replies, and flips the coin to Alison, and she flips it back to the rabbit. The rabbit flips the coin high into the air, where the coin pauses, holds in mid flight, and slowly spins in place.
Twinkle twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above, the world so high; Like a diamond in the sky.
...written on the coin.
...to be continued