[✭] Oz in Wonderland

[shinn]

if everybody minded their own business
the world would go around a great deal
faster than it does.

If everyday weren’t like this, Oz wouldn’t have had to whine.

For seventeen long years, he would wake up in hopes of seeing the sun. It drove him to waking up early, usually when the sun would rise. He never did see the sun despite his many tries, though. It was such a pity.

Oz’s bedroom curtains would be dancing with the wind due to the strong gusts that came along with the daily rain. His windows would be flapping like a chicken. It was sad, really. The wind made too much noise and so did the windows. And while Oz motivated himself to wake up to see the sun, he never did. Oz only woke up to the horrible, horrible noise made by those two things in his bedroom. He would wake up disappointed.

The rain in Wonderland was eternal. It never stopped. There was never a sign of daylight or moonlight. If clouds could emit light, then there would be cloudlight and everyone in town would be able to do things that they could never do. But clouds couldn’t.

Today was different though. Today, Oz didn’t wake up to the disturbances that were aforementioned. He woke up to the sound of a cat outside his house, by his window. It kept on mewing and mewing that he couldn’t bear to ignore it. When he poked his head out the window, he saw a black cat with green eyes that stare into your soul. It was still mewing, but it started growling (do cats even growl?) as it saw Oz’s face.

Though Oz didn’t fear cats, he immediately shut the windows. He didn’t want the cat to jump him and scratch his face. It looked like it had some kind of murderous intent—with the way it looked at him and how it started growling the minute it saw him. After that, he fell flat on his bed again and closed his eyes. Shut eye time, part two.

You know how people would usually try to sleep again after being woken up in hopes of their dreams being continued? That’s what Oz tried doing. It wasn’t a very nice dream, but it was definitely better than living in Wonderland where everything is not nice. Day and night, you could never tell the difference.

Oz’s dream (part one) was made up of strange things. Strange things that he would make up while he’s awake. They were strange because the occurrences would never happen. He was a small white rabbit wearing a top hat and he was walking alone along the shore of a random sea. What a giant body of water would be doing in Oz’s head, we all wouldn’t know. But that was what Oz the rabbit was doing. Walking alone. Just walking. Walking along the shore while it was raining heavily. The rain was eternal even in his slumber. But yes. He was walking.

Until a raven comes from behind and pecks him many times on the head.

And then he woke up.

Oz’s dream (part one—continued) was pretty much the same thing! Shore, a bunny with a top hat and a raven. Oz the bunny tried shaking the raven off but it just wouldn’t go away. It kept on pecking him and it was hurting so bad. Oz’s face looked so sour, if someone could just see him sleeping at the moment.

The ever-persistent raven continued with its attack until the rabbit could run no more. Oz fell flat on his back as he hit a desk. The dream just kept on getting stranger and stranger. Though, if you haven’t seen the sun, you’d probably have a very strange imagination too.

Oz’s head being hit on a desk pretty much woke him up from the most eccentric dream he ever had.

The rain still wouldn’t stop.