Looking Glass by Savannah Crane Alley
The color of the paint in the bedroom was Alice in Wonderland, a cool blue with a matte finish, like the sea in an oil painting. She had picked the color, before she left. It was all too much, too deep for her.
There is a box of her clothes in the basement still. He keeps saying he’ll give them away. He remembers the day she left him, through the looking glass, down the rabbit hole. He was the reason she knew it was there.
They were still children then, really. At college, in a dorm room. Hiding their white pills – this one makes you smaller, this one makes you grow. It was all too much, too deep for her.
The real world came calling, with a house in the suburbs. She went with him, faithfully, her vices in the pockets of her aprons. Till he found her, down the rabbit hole, gone to see the Queen. It was all too much, too deep for her.
