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Sometimes it was the small things that got to me. Like people trying to run my life, or tell me whats best for me. Or the way the dog constantly barked at me and bit me. Or being told that I put too much butter on my waffle. Things like that. There's only so much a person can take before something inside breaks. Well, today it broke. I had been asleep, in my happy-world-land, lost in some dream that vaguely reminded me of The Cell, when I awoke to the familiar screaming of my older sister. I guess I had forgotten to wipe off the table after dinner, or some small thing like that. Things were still all sleep-fuzzy when I sat up, scrambling for my glasses and my hoodie (it had grown to be like a security blanket now), and my shoes so the dog wouldn't bite my toes. Dizzy, I made my way down the steps, clinging to the wall because my lazy brother in law refused to put the banister back up, and somewhere around the eleventh step, the world fell apart in sparkling silver and indigo streaks and lay twitching at my feet. I didn't see the crowbar in my hand, that had lodged itself deep in the dog's side, spurting blood onto the ugly magenta carpet. I didn't hear all the screaming.

Black confusion.

Somewhere in some remote pocket of my memory, I remembered something I had written once, something along the lines of "Soon the black confusion will set my soul free." Meaningless drivel. I'd written alot in my day. Most of it I wish I had burnt. But at the moment, it best described what I saw. A torrent of blackness evolving into shadows around me, and I realized for a breif moment that I had gone insane. But that moment passed, and I sat down on a passing maroon cloud and had a cup of tea. The rabbits insisted on it. But I asked them politely not to call me Alice again, and insisted quite vehemently that my name was Norman. We all had a good laugh over that one, and as they were wrapping my body up in one of those newfangled straightjacket thingamabobs, I asked the other rabbit to polite remove its ear from my nostril. The fur tickled my nose and made me sneeze.

They declared me insane and locked me far away from the public world, and we all lived happily ever after. That is, until some moron nurse made the mistake of giving me banana pudding instead of vanilla, and the whole tragedy was relived.

The rabbits were not very happy about this.