After walking a bit, Alice was able to find a tree stump next to a little river.
“Oh, well. I guess this would do”, the blonde sighed
She sat on the three stump, and just a little child, began to cry.
“I don’t know what I am doing here! I just want to find a way to go back home”, she cried at the top of her lungs.
“Why the hell are you crying like a baby? Aren´t you a little bit too oldfor that? I thought that you wanted to be alone” Somebody whispered softly.
“Who said that?” Alice yelped, turning her head to try to find someone “Who are you?” She turned her hear around, trying to find the owner of that voice, but her efforts were fruitlessly.
“Oh, my! Are you so blind you can´t even recognize your own reflection?”, that voice giggled
“What in the world…?”
Then, Alice looked at the river, and there it was. Her own reflection was staring at her, mockingly laughing like a little girl.
“No, this can´t be happening. You are only a mirage. Not real”
The reflection on the river stood silent for a few seconds, just sniling at the blonde woman sitting on that tree stump...