Alice, you may have your looking glass back

She woke up and was surprised to see she was still in Wonderland. The oxygen was just as sweet and she still couldn't stop smiling. She had really followed the White Rabbit and even though he seemed to have disappeared, it didn't matter. She had remembered she was seen. And someone sooner or later would be following the same White Rabbit, breathing the same sweet oxygen. For now she had many books to read, books to write, music to be learned, a Wonderland to explore. Answering the smoking caterpillar would take longer than a mere week of bliss. Who.... are.... you? And where does the chapter fit in this story? She didn't know. And she was satisfied with her uncertainty. There was always love to give, always gifts to receive.  She already looked with anticipation at the bright lights around her and marvelled over which way to go first. Those lucky enough to see all that smiles before them are worth acting crazy for. Stay busy or fall right in. And take your time, the water's fine. And it isn't going anywhere. She was, but she always would be. Catch me, she smiled. You know you can.