Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman
Opening his eyes, the man on the bed reached up and felt his head. It was a tad cool, or perhaps empty. Not literally of course, but in the figurative sense, he reasoned with himself, unspoken words in the light of the cabin. Looking around, he saw his hat sitting on the table next to him. Looking down, the soft weight of the hard back book he had been reading seemed to disappear as his body slowly woke itself. Even in Wonderland, he was not free of sleep it seemed. He had obviously passed out while reading his favorite book. Picking up the now seemingly weightless novella, he dog eared the worn page and snapped it shut, setting it down on the small table, replacing it with his hat, which he then put upon his head.
Lewis Carroll had just woken up from a nap with a slight frown. The chair had made his body stiff and achy, although that would wear off as he moved about. Rising, he adjusted his hat and brushed his coat. The gears were turning in his mind. It seemed he couldn't recall the dream he had been having. "Curiouser and curiouser." he mumbled to himself, his first words since his eyes had open. They darted left and right, as if paranoid he was being watched, and then after straightening up his coat and vest, he looked at his watch. The hands were spinning backwards in a lazy fashion. The corners of his lips turned up into a slight smile as he began to hum to himself.
Raiding his cabinets, Carroll fixed a small amount of tea, just enough for one cup. He strolled up the stairs, feet falling lightly as they thudded up the wooden flooring, the slightly grating noise as his second story door opened up to the balcony. Leaning in the door way, he took the first sip of his brew, staring out into space. He remained silent, but cheerful looking. His lips were still turned up in that slick smile, and as he warmed his hands unnecessarily on the cup between sips, he hummed a jolly sounding tune. It would be a good day to go for a stroll, if it wasn't tea time. He thought to himself, lips meeting glass as he gulped down another small swig. He remained focused on the pathway out away from his home as he drank, as if transfixed on something invisible in the distance, staring at nothing but the soft green and heavy brown cast by the light filtering through the leaves.
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