Alice sat cross-legged on the floor, shuffling cards together and dealing out another hand of Patience. Alice wasn't very good at Patience; she got bored and cheated. One could turn that into whatever metaphor one liked ( Read more... )

( A Nightmare )

The pleasant things this morning, for Alice Liddell, were that she awoke nestled in Leto's arms, in her room (and how kind of Francine to let her borrow it, for the evening!) having spent the night in the sort of horribly improper ways that one might imagine, before falling asleep in a thoroughly contented heap.

The less pleasant bit of her ( Read more... )

( Alice awoke with a start. )