I should have never gone down that rabbit hole.

I've read the stories. Always a favorite of mine. And yes. I did think, or really hoped, I'd find the white rabbit and the queen of hearts and adventure and all sorts of things at the bottom.

Now, as I lay here, my neck obviously broken by the weird angle I'm looking at things and the lack of pain, I can hear them as they scurry to get a look, a smell, maybe even a little taste.

I say again, I should have never gone down that rabbit hole.