Reflective Essay: Alice in Wonderland -- Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Lewi

There and back again with AliceI gasp my turn over on my knees, bent over, out of breath. I can feel my lungs compaction and pushing hard against my chest in an effort to fit fair a little more air. My palms ar wet, beads of sweat flow down my forehead, making my hair feel wet and sticky. My shirt is drenched in sweat. I stare at the ground and see the stalks of grass, stand tall analogous trees to the tiny ants that scurry among them. What I must cipher give care to those minuscule creatures, like a giant, so big that I block the blazing sun and give them shade. I wonder if they are afraid of me? I lift my eyes and glance ahead. Im almost there, only a couple more meters. I reckon footsteps behind me, theyre catching up quickly. Its now or neer. I push off with my back foot and go into a sprint. My heart speeds up, almost as nimble as Im cut and I can hear its pounding in my head, like a prisoner beating on locked doors, wanting to be free. If it had feet of its own it might run alongside me and race me to the fort, save thats silly, hearts taket have feet. I swing my weapons system back and forth to help me run winged and I strain to take longer strides. Im running so fast now, I feel like everything around me is standing still, as if Im the only thing in the world that is moving. I dont want to stop running, I want to keep going, faster and faster, forever. Now I understand why my heart pounds so hard, why it tries to push out of my chest and run on its little feet and never stop, never look back. But I cannot keep on running forever, I have to stop. My legs finally give in and I drop onto the stiff ground. The dust sticks to my sweaty clothes and turns into mud. I take big, loud breaths but I cannot hear myself because my heart is sti... ...in a scientific experiment. Everything is set to win you with the perfect living conditions, the right amount of food, water, the right temperature, etc. And fleck youre in that perfect, controlled environment you feel safe, you feel happy and yet, somewhere lingering in the depths of your mind is the gnawing sensation that at any granted moment someone ordain unscrew the lid on your flutter and let in the wrong air, that you will be forced to excite up from your perfect world and dragged, kicking and screaming into the world that everyone else lives in.That is my fear. That I will wake up one day and not be able to return to the world in my dreams but that I will have to learn to survive in the real world. Much like the adventuresome Alice, my wish is to live somewhere between the non fiction and deception of daily life, to allow the lines to be blurry. But how blurry?