I knew you were a strange girl or I thought you were You mustered all the wonder from a room of hurt We knew the world of summer

Escaping to wonderland sometimes isn’t a bad coping mechanism. You and Alfred survived the Blitz, you deserve to slip between the pages of the book. He may take on the role of the White Rabbit, but you convinced him to be still. He’s your best friend. You can’t loose him. So even though all of wonderland is out for your head, you did slip into the role of alice after all, all you want to do is stay under the mushrooms with him. It’s dangerous, and unsafe, but all you care about is your head on his chest and his hands in your hair.