She sat before her computer. With no clear idea of the time of day, she looked down at her coffee, jelly and goodness knows what stained pajama bottoms, she sighed. A shower was in order, but she was determined to find a book. THE book from her childhood.
Certainly, she had other projects waiting for her…lying fallow because of her mania. Why was she avoiding the completion of her projects? Because she had a dream about this book. It isn’t a book that is so obscure that she must scour the very ends of the information superhighway…it’s Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking -glass and What Alice Found There”. Simple enough, but she wanted a particular binding and was encountering trouble locating it.
Could she remember the publisher? Nope. The year of publication? Ah…a vague idea.
What was so important about this book? What was the urgency? It seems that our heroine felt a need to connect with her childhood. She wanted to remember a time when she was safe and happy and well adjusted. Did she feel maladjusted now? No…she just wanted a piece of her childhood, since much of it had been lost in all of the moves she’s made in her life.
She’s on her quest even now…pray for her. This could perk up her spirits. It could also drive her slowly, deeper into her insanity.
Or she could give up and go get a milkshake. Life’s uncertain. Have dessert first.