She was next in line. The curly, brown-haired obese lady stood in front of her, pointing to the electronic 2-piece fried chicken and upsized Coke, plus a Happy Meal, above the cashier’s head. She couldn’t see the cashier but assumed she’s there up front, busily taking orders. She fidgeted her fingers upon the order slip. Sprite float and Quarter pounder with fries, boxes beside these items were checked. She read and re-read it, made it an origami, a boat, a bird, again and again for the next five minutes, her hands fidgeted, and folded and unfolded, thumb pressed on the pointer finger, then thumb and thumb, and then folded, thumb and the index, and then folded it again then—voila! It’s her turn. She flattened out the creased paper in the counter.

            She left the patty-smelling, now foul odored restaurant, leaving droplets on the floor. She balanced herself, carrying her takeouts in one arm. Not a word was spoken while she left, except for a girl or two’s screams. A smile curved on her lips.

            She prodded among the almost knee-high grasses outside the fast food chain. She raised her feet high enough while walking, almost marching, so as not to feel itchy. She walked past the sturdy pine trees pointing their limbs up in the sky. She looked up at their direction, and saw tiny creatures, almost like dots, fluttering up in the air. It reminded her of the fast food chain, as the tiny creatures’ shapes were just like the fast food chain’s logo. She took a deep breath, and the smell of a cherry-scented air freshener filled her nostrils which made her a little bit dizzy. She regretted the act of doing so.

            Feeling a little dizzy, she thought that she was just hallucinating when she saw a white cuddly rabbit with his butt facing her, wiggling, with a clock hop on past her. She blinked a few times and still saw the rabbit. She thought she heard him mumbling something about the queen or—whatever.

            The trees’ trunks were black. Almost everything was of dark hue. The sun’s presence gives the forest a shadowy effect—just like Tim Burton’s version. Or one could say that there’s actually no sun, that the shadows were the ones who came and made themselves present.  Everything was dark. The ambiance gives an impression that every single thing was mixed with black (imagine doing so in a water color palette). Every single thing has a shadow. It’s colorful, but it’s dark. It’s dull, it’s gloomy. Imagine Tim Burton’s version of Wonderland.