Wonderland pt 1

The door opens and I go in.
My whole world is turned upside down.
The furniture is above me and I’m standing on the ceiling.
My time is running out.
I begin to run; run toward anything familiar.
An opening in the wall I enter.
I find myself in a forest where curious plants reside.
I’m frightened.
Running, running, running.
I don’t know my way.
A smiling cat stops me in my path.
He flashes his fangs at me and hisses,
"Why do you run?"
I cannot reply.
This terrifying creature before me has taken my breath away.
His smile covers from ear to ear.
“WHY do you run little girl?”
I try to spit out an answer, but no words are freed from my lips.
He vanishes, but his laughter is echoing all around me.
I begin to run.
Strange trees fly past me.
A sign that reads “Don’t step on the Mome Raths.”
Running, running, running.
I come upon a house.
A booming voice enters my ears.
"WELCOME TO MY TEA PARTY."
A madman stands before me.
His hair like fire and his hat taller than I am.
"YOU’RE LATE."
Astonished, I cannot move.
I can’t breathe.
Everything goes black.
Darkness encompasses me.
I being to walk.
I think I’m walking.
Toward a light.
I come upon a clearing.
It’s another forest.
No.
It’s a meadow.
Everything is just so much larger than I.
Curious.
I begin to walk through this meadow.
A sickly sweet smell fills my nose.
Singing?
Do I hear singing?
I come across a caterpillar.
He’s exotic and beautiful.
He sings a rhyme about a crocodile.
I stand and listen until he suddenly stops.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE CHILD?"
I try to tell him that I’m lost.
The words won’t come out.
His voice becomes fierce and angry.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE. CHILD?"
I begin to cry.
It hurts.
I croak out, “I don’t know!”
I begin to run again.
He calls after me..
I think he says, “You’re calling the smiling cat!”
Everything’s mad here.
No time to stop.
My time is running out.
Why AM I here?
Running blindly through dense vegetation.
SNAP.
Oh no.
I’m falling.
SMACK.
I hit hard ground.
I’m in a hole.
Dammit.
He said, “You’re falling into her trap!”
But maybe I can call the smiling cat.
I whisper, “Please, wherever you are, help me out of here.”
He materializes.
Fangs sharp and smiling ear to ear.
He begins to cackle.
Hisses, “You can only help yourself out of here little girl.”
Vanishes.
His laughter.
Angry and evil.