She had this propensity to think too much, her aunt had reminded her time and again. Her thoughts loved to ride the wind that carried the daffodils and the scent of afternoon tea. Often, her aunt would snap at her for daydreaming in the most inopportune moments, and she’d offer a half-baked apology, her mind still raw from the dreams she’d lost herself in.
It was dangerous, she knew, but what was life without a little danger?
She would never have this in the life she was living—always under the watchful eye of her aunt and uncle, or a tutor or maybe a maid. Her only reprieve would be in those afternoons she was allowed to rest in the field of daffodils and wild grass right at the edge of their estate.
Surely, beyond that wooden fence that kept the forest out, beyond the heavy thicket of trees, there would be adventure and new things, things that her aunt and uncle would never let her see or touch or taste or feel.
Oh, Alice, always the thinker. Always in doubt, always seeking. You’re either too small for this or too big for that. Too small to ride a horse, too big to still be playing with dolls.
Oh, Alice, you really should think things through. I told you not to eat that, now look, you’ve gone and gotten yourself a tummy ache.
Oh, Alice, stop worrying so much and just do it. What harm could there be in sharing a room with your cousin?
Always in doubt. Think things through. Stop worrying. What harm could there be?
Oh, Alice, always the thinker. Always geting lost in your own thoughts. Did that rabbit really carry a watch? Did that rabbit really tell you he was late?
Oh, Alice. How are you going to get out of this hole this time?
Oh, Alice, think on the bright side. Your mind’s free to wander now.
Maybe you could ride the wind with the daffodils and the scent of afternoon tea too.
Oh, Alice, there’s always a silver lining.
They’ll never get you now.
Originally posted on Tumblr on Jul 2nd 2012