A young girl lay in her bed as the full moon smiled down at her through her bedroom window, when the sound of stomping feet was heading towards her room. She already knew who it was, Linda, her step mother. Ever since her mother died two years ago when she was only five, things had never been the same. They never would be again.

Her bedroom door opened in which at the same time her body jumped. "It's time for bed." The miserable woman said sourly. The little girl just stared at the moon. "Now." She said louder. The little girl gave a silent goodbye to the beautiful moon and crawled up onto her bed. As she got underneath her covers she asked, "Could you get daddy please?" in a near whisper. The woman just starred at her, "You're father is busy right now, much work to get done. What would you need him for?" The little girl just shrugged, "I just wanted a bedtime story, like the ones," she hesitated, Linda hated it when she brought up mother, so she brought up her grandmother instead, "Grandma Kingsley will tell me."

The woman scowled, "Rubbish, your grandma Kingsley is full of it. She's a mad woman, and putting those stories about non-existing worlds of hell won't do any good for you. Your father has told me about the preposterous stories your grandmother told your mother. Luckily that won't get passed on so much any more. That wonderworld or whatever your grandmother called it isn't real, so get your mind off of it and get some rest." She turned off the bedside light and headed out, closing the door.

The little girl sighed, father had never been the same either, so depressed and relying on his new wife to keep him happy. He wasn't nearly as adventurous or fun as he once was, or her mother was. The little girl needed to see her grandma Kingsley again, it had been over a month. She turned to her side and starred out the window back at the moon that was beaming down at her. It's smile had gotten wider. She sunk into her bed some more, "I believe in Wonderland, Grandma."

She soon began to remember the last time her grandmother tucked her in. "Grandma Alice," the little girl said, looking up to her, "Tell me about that story about going to Wonderland" The girl had a grin across her face. Her grandma smiled, "I'd love to."

Her granmother got more comfortable, her golden locks had turned into short white ones, and her skin was wrinkled, but she still had the sense of adventure like she once did, "There was a white rabbit that I saw running around in the bushes," she began, "I followed it, and it lead me to a tree, not far from my house here. In fact, it's just down the road over there up by a marsh." The girl smiled up at her grandma, even though she heard this story many times, she always got excited, "When I looked down the hole, I fell..." She continued on her story about the wonderful world of Wonderland, and the hate of the evil Red Queen, and the desire of the beautiful White Queen.

But the little girl's favourite part was the stories about the Hatter, "You see, the Hatter is a very important part of Wonderland to me. He's one of my very best friends." "He is?" The girl asked. Her grandma nodded with a great smile. "Why?" "Well," she said, looking for words, "Well. Why is a raven like a writer's desk?" She asked her grandaughter. She shrugged, "I have no idea."

Her grandma let out a big laugh, "The Hatter is such an interesting man, with a great heart. I'd hope one day that you come across some one who you love as half much as I love him." The girl smiled, her eyes tearing,"Did mom believe in Wonderland, Grandma?" Alice smiled down at her, "Yes, Cally, she did, very much so." Cally shrugged, "I miss her. Linda is horrible. Every time I have a bad dream she tells me I've gone mad." She looked up to her grandma, "Have I gone mad, Grandma Alice?"

Her grandma widened her eyes, putting a hand on her forehead, "I'm afraid so, you're entirely bonkers." Cally frowned and looked down, but soon her grandma pulled her chin up. "But I'll tell you a secret."

"What's that grandma?" The girl asked wiping away her tears and pushing her golden locks away from her face. "The best people are." Her grandma said with a wide grin and a laugh that filled the whole room with happiness. "Grandma, I'd like to get lost in Wonderland like you did." Alice chuckled, "You can sweetheart, you just have to find your way there." Cally giggled, "Grandma that's impossible." Alice shook her head, "Only if you believe it is. I often think of six impossibilities before breakfast." The girl smiled back at her grandma, and fell into a hug in her two arms.

The flashback soon ended, and Cally's eyes shut as she soon fell into the reaccuring dream with the same white rabbit wearing a waistcoat, a talking turtle, and a peculiar cat that had a smile exact to the moons'.