• I had to think twice before I realized something: since I'm stuck in a room full of doors, I was going to have to figure out how to get out of this. So I had to think for a minute. Who was in the same situation like this before?

    Of course, Alice and the story of Wonderland, but that was a story, a child's story. There was no way this would be real. But then again, what would explain the table that suddenly appeared by my side and had with it a key to unock one of the doors.

    The realization then struck me as I turned, sure enough looking dead on at the little glass table with the old Victorian key. I frowned and found with it a bottle of a smoky pink liquid that hed with it a little note that stated, quite plainly, DRINK ME.

    "What is this? Some kind of a joke?" I wondered out loud to myself. So, without any hesitation, I took the bottle and held it to my lips. I held it for a minute, then leaned back and took a swig of the liquid.

    A peppery taste burned my throat as I lurched forward. I set the bottle down next to the key. As I stepped back, my whole world began to grow around me. My mind raced a thousand miles as my clothes shadowed over me and cloaked my sights. I grumbled and started fighting my way out.

    "Oh, lovely," i complained, "Now I'm shrunk to the size of a rabbit." I tugged free from my clothing and found that none of my clothes stayed the same. I was shrunk, and worse over, I had no clothing minus the boxers that hugged my hips. I was screwed...BADLY.

    "All right, no problem," I muttered as I grabbed what I could with the drape of the side of my cargoes and my shoelace to work as a tie. I then walked over to the table and studied it for a minute.

    Aw, nice, now I screwed up even more: i couldn't reach the key. I frowned and tapped my foot. I looked over and found a small box that held with it a little cake. My jaws dropped. Again, with the appearing and disappearing items in this weird room! I shrugged and made my way to it.

    EAT ME, it said. I sighed and took barely a nibble from it, then to my surprise I grew again, going well-past my original height by four feet. I hunched over, thanks to the high ceiling that now crunched against my back. I sighed and took the key from the table, then another swig from the bottle, and I was finally restored to my previous height.

    I tightened the wrap around my middle as I tugged my knife free from my boot. I sawed away the excess fabric, then I raced to the door and unlocked it with the key. As I widened the door, a strange world came to me.

    The greenery of this weird world was a strange garden arrangement, with large toadstools and curled ferns. Fallen trees stretched with gnarled, rolled up branches as small mammalistic insects flew around wildly. I found my face blocked with a rockinghorse fly and a dragon fly, wuite litterally a rocking horse with butterfly wings and a dragon with long beetle-like wings.

    The first phrase that uttered from my outh were these words: Curiouser and curiouser. I frowned and shook myy head. That line reminded me of that children's book Alice once more. I smirked; that would probably be something she'd say if she had been a real character...

    "I'm telling you, this is the right Cloud," a sudden voice came to my ears. My cheeks heated as I turned, confronted by a strange audience: a blue dodo bird, the black dog, a mouse, two twin girls dressed in red and white with black hair and hazel eyes, and towering roses.

    "I'm not convinced," declared the mouse as it crossed its white arms over its little chest. The dog turned and glowered at the mouse and whined, "How's that for gratitude? I've been up there for weeks and almost got caged by dog-catchers!"

    "well, if he so, then he might be," said one twin girl to the left. The other retorted, "If he isn't, then me might not."

    "Contrary-wise I think he might be the one," said the one to the left.

    "But he isn't, know how," said the right.

    "Contrary-wise you can take your comments and shove them down your throats," I snarled in frustration. I stormed up to the dog and grabbed the scruff of his neck. I demanded, "First off, where am I? How did I get here, and how do I get out?"

    "Ah-s-sir!" the dog whimpered, wriggling under my hand. "It'd be nice if you could please put me down, so that I may explain!" The companions looked like wide-eyed idiots, standing around and doing nothing to help their friend.

    "If I put you down, you have to tell me, otherwise, if I had my knife, in which I don't I would skin your hide until you tell me," I spat. The dog could do nothing but whimper, but as I looked, I found that the old blue dodo bird had his head raised as his eyes narrowed down at me. He had something to say...