Who am I?

Alice in Wonderland at a Cy Twombly exhibition

Who on earth has scribbled on that wall, what's going on? Highly suspicious, I should say. And, why is that wall so many shades of green? Curiouser and curiouser. I must have been at those magic mushrooms again.

Its so busy in here. People are talking in snooty voices, like they were Kings and Queens. Why are they all so pleased with themselves. I must be dreaming. They mover round the room like they are at a Mad Hatters tea party.

Someone has drawn a line over there with numbers on. Like my school ruler. If I were to draw a line that would people come and stare at it? Maybe they would. Oh, if only I could wake up, I would give it a go.

Where are they all off too? I shall follow. Oh look, its a piece of wood with a real nail in. It looks like it could cause an injury. Its been painted white though. Does that mean something? Would it mean something more in a different colour?

That couple over there look ever so alike. Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee. They are both far to busy disagreeing with each other to pay attention to anything else. This room makes me feel disagreeable too.

If only I could click my heels and go home. But then, that would make me a different fictional character altogether.