charisstoma

Maybe you'll meet Al. This is the new way into ~~Neverland~~ Wonderland. It's modern.

Title: Wonderland
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 298

Hell is not a place of extreme hot or cold, no matter what people say. It is a place of boredom. I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been immured inside this chest. There’s no hunger or thirst to mark time, just boredom. Stupid magical chest horrible chest. A person locked inside it can’t even die like they should.

Even the light outside seems to be constant. Must be quite a boon if you’re a plant. There was rain a couple time, not that that made any difference. Even once, the large hail, big as my fist, thudding on the chest lid to bounce away on the path didn’t dent the damned thing. I looked. Not a crack of light exposed any seams in the lid.

I’ve tried sticking my finger through the keyhole, there’s no discernable lock mechanism and the magic doesn’t seem to consider being fingered as a means of unlocking and letting the contents, me, out. This has got to be what that djinn in the story of Alaaeddin felt, slowly going crazy inside his lamp. At least I’ve got a keyhole to peer through or … does that make it worse. To see but be able not do anything else but sleep and... um … well I’ve still got my hands to amuse me. Keyholes do have their uses. By the way, a cock doesn’t work to open the lock on this chest either. Neither does what comes out of one. Just so you know. I think that the latter might be responsible for the sudden appearance of white rabbits outside that seem to have appeared. Did I mention that I’m bored? So yeah, a lot of white rabbits.
Maybe a Huntsman will show up …. And get me out of this damn box!

Part 2 - The Bed