And she stepped into wonderland~

This is my lovely dress. My Alice dress. The dress I should like to wear to Wonderland. Alice has many colorful sisters, but none have a human name. In fact, one doesn't even have a proper calling.


But it is Alice I save for those particular days when I feel small wings on my back, when the wind is just cool enough to flow straight through my skin and into my soul. It is these days that I wish to stand on the rooftop with my eyes closed. Granted the sun isn't out full blast to cook me straight into Alice. That would be a shame. I can envision laundry becoming quite a hassle, then.