Alice had been flirting with the air for about two days or so; the laptop screen remained something insufficient and incomprehensible; nothing could have been eaten lightly out of the signs and images she viewed and reviewed.The green nailpolish had broke on her nails for some time and still..she did not see any point in removing; she watched her every nail as a different sequence out of what used to be a damn good series..

She passed her fingers softly upon black buttons, opening and opening, until a certain door crashed her thin digits. She turned pale. Went amazed about what she thought could have hidden behind that door, and still…charcoal leftovers all over her fingers. The wind blowing from inside smelled like burned pieces of her own hair. The haircut should have been done, so long ago. A hair is alive until one cuts it, once dead there’s nothing to kill.

She went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror; looking in the mirror saw Alice brushing her teeth; looking downwards in the sink saw locks of hair falling: brownish and reddish and dry…

Started squealing out of a sudden like a mouse trapped in something that she once thought a comfortable armchair; nothing was understandable, permissible, willing full or worth it anymore.

The white tiles could not respond and still hitting the head on them could not cover the sounds of what she wished could have been called crying. She slided downwards upon the marble, falling crippled on the floor. She had never been brave when it came to bathroom drama

Thinking of other places, she could feel her mind ripped apart. Alice cannot wear several pairs of glasses, it kills her view. But this time Alice chose: she wanted the ones to enhance her vision, she wanted the sunglasses too, she wanted the glasses that shown pictures switching, she wanted the glasses for the eclipse, the glasses with pink frames and all the other colours of the rainbow. Alice was happily enjoying herself the way kids usually do in candy shops, trying all different pairs.

Hidden backdoors, in what had probably been the dressing room, Alice got dizzy while watching her, even sick. Started throwing up all ugly things new born upon the burst of the moment. Alice thought herself in a coma for a while and was constantly hopping for the images to fade out and for a big embrace. All she thought she heard as the last sounds was Alice tapping on some stage somewhere, showin’ to the public an act with travesties, and then she heard her father’s voice on the phone, then she screamed and the rest was ashes…