Once Upon a Time

“There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.” The Mad Hatter

“I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themself to change your state of mind
And the girl that chase the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels …”

Once Upon a Time there lived a Girl. She was adventurous and independent. Some friends and she together, opened a nice travel company. Free trips abounded from this venture. It was business, you know.

One day The Girl and her friends went on a trip South, far South into the land of sun and sea. The Girl met a Guy. Small world, he was from her home town. They walked on the beach, made love on the beach. In the light of the full moon The Girl knew she’d met The One. So tall, so dark, so incredibly handsome. Like a Dark Fairytale Prince was he.

The girl and the Prince returned to their own homes in that Same Town, but could not forget each other. One night on bended knee with the skyline of the city lit up, the moon shining down, he asked her to be his Princess. He promised her the Moon, the Stars, Forever. She believed him.

He said he would provide a castle for her, his chariot a white Porshe. It would all be hers. The Prince told The Girl his family was affluent, they worked in ‘commerce’ and ‘trade’. It seemed so, the place of business, tall, blue, shining glass; the people well attired and professional. The Girl thought her Prince must be one of the most charming, smooth and funny men she’d ever met. They had a child, a Princess Child.

After a while things began to change. The Girl wasn’t allowed to have her own business any longer. The Prince, saying he must keep his “Kingdom” in order denied her ability to come and go as she once did. Whenever The Girl left the ‘castle’ she had to have an escort. The Prince would not allow her to venture out by herself, to have contact with family, with past friends. The ‘castle’ had become a prison.

The Girl was no longer happy, her Prince no longer always the funny, charming Guy. Then It happened. The knowledge of what the “kingdom” meant, what the “kingdom” did in life outside the Fairy Tale. The Girl could not have herself nor her Princess child remain in the confines of the fraud Fairy Tale any longer. The Girl devised a way to evade her ‘escort’ while on a shopping excursion.

The Girl and the Princess Child disappeared for a while. A knight came forth one day; it became his mission to watch over The Girl and the Princess Child. He took this mission to heart it seems and fell in love with The Girl. Another Child was born, this time to The Girl and The Knight. Life was good. Life wasn’t in a tall glass tower any longer but in a grassy place surrounded by people not of ‘royalty’.

When The Girl first left The Prince she thought her life would end, that things would never be good again, but she was wrong. Things regarding life though would change, her name no longer hers, The Princess child no longer could have contact with The Prince Father or his family.

It still unfolds. To be continued.

The term ‘falling down the rabbit hole’ has a distinct meaning for me. Especially in the here and now.
“Her Name is Alice” Shinedown


3 Responses to Once Upon a Time

  1. Hugh says:

    As my co-worker Frank used to say to me , “You speak in parables !” Very interesting Sunny .You fleshed much of this out the other night…xox

  2. Laura says:

    I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it always… Bravest person I’ve ever met, my dear.

    Love you, girl… So many big hugs, Sunny!!

  3. Sunny says:

    It’s the whole ‘rabbit hole’ lifestyle that chaffs me Hugh. Need a cream for that.

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