At the Tea Party

Cake makes you big and tea makes you small but if you have very little experience it can grossly exaggerate the effects. I see the chess board and the cards and the lady who angers if her personal treats are eaten. Then I fall into a rabbit hole, but I am from the rabbit hole. I am late, I dislike time. I am the rabbit? No not that rabbit, maybe we share some distant ancestor long ago? Maybe we share a purpose? I miss the rabbit hole and the time before time. I saw the rainbows dance on the buttercup flowers forever. I looked forever into the mirror. I sorted single blades of moss into tiny gardens forever.