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Alice and Jane

            Waiting in a crowded doctor's office can sometimes be worse than the ailment your suffering. That was not my case last week; the entertainment far exceeded my ear ache. I spotted a chair and sat down just after I entered the office and was next two seemingly normal females. I am a master of eavesdropping and practiced my skill once more in this close quartered waiting room. The one woman seemed to be in her mid-twenties and the girl was maybe seven or eight. I'm not sure if the two had met each other previously or if they were just making conversation, buy this is where I began to listen in:

Alice: Yeah, my mom and dad wanted me to come here to talk to the doctor about some things...

Jane: Isn't your mother or father here with you?

Alice: My mom is and she will be back in time for my appointment.

Jane: And if you don't mind my asking, Darling, what exactly does your mother want the doctor to check out? You don't look sick at all.

Alice: Well, I'm not exactly sure. My parents don't really tell me anything. But I think my mom is worried about my dreaming. She says every time she tries to get my attention I look like my mind is in a far off place. I guess it usually is.

Jane: There is nothing wrong with that my dear. It seems that you and I might me in the same predicament.

Alice: Oh yeah? How?

Jane: I used to be just like you, it wasn't that long ago either. I could sit and write and write for hours on end... My imagination took me places I could only dream about and I would write them down on paper. That was before I was married and had a baby.

Alice: You have a baby? Where is she? And what about your husband, where is he?

Jane: The baby is with the nanny.  And for my husband...He wouldn't like to know that I am here. You see, he is a doctor too.

Alice: Then why do you need to see this doctor?

Jane: Because. I would never tell my Dear John this, but I am second guessing his opinion and want a different view of my "condition". John thinks I have been acting oddly since I had the baby and thinks I just need rest. He doesn't think I am eating enough and tells me I get hysterical easily. So now he doesn't think I should read or write much or even go outside for walks very often.

Alice: That doesn't sound like any fun. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't read my books. Maybe my parents would think I was hysterical if I told them of the adventures I go on.

Jane: Real adventures?

Alice: They always seem so real to me. I usually wake up from them though and realize I dreamt it. Like the other week, my sister and I went down to the creek to play and I must have fallen asleep and I had the most exciting adventure.

Jane: I envy you Alice. I don't think John or Jennie would ever permit me to go down to the creek to enjoy an afternoon.

Alice: Who is Jennie?

Jane: She is John's sister and she helps take care of our house in the country, she looks after me a lot as well.

Alice: Oh. So you're seeing this doctor because you don't believe your husband?

Jane: It's not because I don't believe him that something is not right with me. I just think there might be a better way to help get over my problems. You see, John wants me to rest all day every day. In this country house I stay in a room that I think must have been a nursery. It's just awful.

Alice: How could a nursery be awful? Staying in a nursery kind of sounds like fun.

Jane: Not this nursery Alice. This room has bars on the windows and the bed I sleep in is the biggest and heaviest bed I have ever seen, it's even bolted to the floor.

Alice: Oh, that doesn't sound like any nursery I've ever been in.

Jane: The worst, but most fascinating part of the room is the wallpaper. It's a horrid yellow color and has a design that's interesting but still awful. I feel trapped in it sometimes.

Alice: Once I thought I was trapped too. In Wonderland, that's what my mom calls it. But I dreamt I was falling and I ended up in this world like I have never seen. I couldn't get out of there and the things that lived there were so crazy and weird. Sometimes, in Wonderland, I felt like I didn't even know who I was. It was scary.

Jane: I know exactly what you mean. If I am stuck in bed all day long I'll stare at the walls. I feel lost in it. And sometimes I see a lady in the paper that is trapped behind the designs. I feel like her...If John would only let me out of the house or write...but I'm sorry Alice, I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Alice: It's okay. I feel lost a lot too. Once I tried to recite a poem I learned in school but it came out totally wrong and I didn't know what was happening to me. 

Jane: I hope this doctor will see things differently and maybe let me go back to doing things I used to before the baby and before we moved to this house in the country.

Alice: Yeah, I hope he doesn't think that I am crazy because of the adventures I go on. I hope I never have to stay in my room all day long.

Jane: No, I hope that never happens to you either. It's just terrible; you begin to not even feel like your own self.

Alice: I know what that's like. One time I was only three inches tall. That was bad...

Jane: I'm sorry Alice, the secretary just called my name. It's my turn to see the doctor.

Alice: Okay, bye.

Jane: Good bye, I hope you continue to have your adventures in Wonderland!

            After Jane went into see the doctor, another man came into the office. He demanded to see a woman named Jane, who was his wife. Just a minute or two after that I was called into see my doctor and didn't see what came of the situation. I heard a lot of commotion. I don't think that man, the doctor and Jane's husband was too happy to find out his wife was seeking advice from another doctor. I wish I could find out what happened to Jane. She seemed to be a kind intelligent woman. Hopefully her husband considered another remedy to her ailment and she didn't end up going crazy or anything like that. As for little Alice, I'm not sure why a mother would take their child to see a doctor about an imagination. Maybe she thought it was too over active and would only present problems to Alice, and she needed to focus on her real life and not the life down a rabbit hole.