Wonderland

She sits there, on a bar stool in the dimness of the night.  I stare at her for a few seconds too long, as though maybe she is the answer to it all. She turns to look at me, and I drop my gaze as suddenly.

I have long been consumed by black waters, dreaming of pink skies—and of you. And for every pretty face that has left me wondering what could have been, it has been moments like this that has led me down that fabled rabbit hole.

 

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