“Night, Adira!” My mom said as she walked away from my bedroom. My head hit the pillow as I immediately fell asleep. When my eyes opened again I was in a forest with a smile staring down at me. I immediately recognized the character. The Cheshire Cat. One of the most devilish and clever characters to exist. I smiled back my best rendition of a Cheshire Cat smile. I stood up and climbed onto the tree next to the Cheshire Cat. All I got was a smirk in response as the cat ran. I followed as quickly as I could. The cat stopped and jumped. Never one to back out, I jumped to. I jumped into a room with colorful walls strewn with hats. I heard the lock click behind me. I turned to the head of the table. Sitting there was the mad hatter. Black hair with a bright white hat on top. This wasn’t how I imagined the fairy tale. And the look of utter anguish and tiredness wasn’t in the book either. And a teen sitting next to him, an identical match to his father. Or at least I think his father. This wasn’t perfect. When the hatter leaned back and smirked I could tell something was wrong.

“Oh hello there. I’m the hatter and this is my son, The hatter in training. And you, well, your dream and this room is locked. Welcome to the tea room. It’s nothing like the fairy tale.”