Alisha in Wonderland

Alisha was curled up in a giant balloon. It was damp and suffocating, but Alisha didn't feel trapped. She felt gravity shift and felt her body move. Her head breached an opening and she slid out if it. She landed in a woman's skirted lap.

She had trouble seeing. Her sight was blurry as though they were brand new. The flexed her toes and her fingers, feeling the sundress on her body. She rubbed her knees together, a pillow wrapped around her waist keeping her legs from touching.

The woman spoke something, but Alisha couldn't hear her properly. It was like trying to listen to somebody underwater. The woman raised Alisha up, supporting her head and brought her up to a white thing with a brown spot. Alisha latched onto the brown spot with her lips and she felt her tummy fill with nummy. Nummy fill her tummy and Alisha feels chummy.

Alisha felt a wet and warm spot grown in her waist, but Alisha paid it no mind. She was too busy with nummy to worry about it, and besides, she kind of liked it when it was warm. After she finish with nummy, mommy will fix it for her and everything will be alright.

Alisha wasn't certain when she fell asleep.

She remembered scrolling through her contacts and setting up appointments on her phone, scheduling appointments for studying and drawing a map plan back to Blanco for Thanksgiving with her parents. Next thing she knew, she woke up with her head on the table, a trail of drool down her face. The sky was dark outside and the food court was empty with the exception of a janitor waxing the floor, to engaged with whatever was playing on his mp3 player to pay attention.

"What the--"

She stood up in shock. Her jeans had a conspicuous dark spot in between her legs, reaching back to encapsulate her butt. She felt it, feeling a slick to the fabric.

Somehow, Alisha had wet her seat while she was asleep. Her self-conscious mind was reeling, worried that people saw or heard her pee herself in public, but no one woke her up or left a note. If she timed it right, she could escape to her apartment and take care of this little problem without incident. Sure her car-seat would be covered in pee and the car will smell like stale urine the whole night, but that's a problem for tomorrow's Alisha.

She packed her things into her bag and race-walked to the exit, covering her pants with her bag so that the janitor doesn't see, as she headed toward the door.

As she threw the door open, she failed to notice that what should have been a concrete sidewalk was instead a tunnel that led straight downward, screaming as she realized too late that she fell in.

As the college-girl's voice bounced against the edges of the tunnel, the edge of the pit stood a little white bunny. It twitched its nose and flexed its attentive ears, its beady red-eyes full of confusion as it wondered what exactly fell into its warren.