But you can call me Ali. The name Alice always seems so old-fashioned, especially since it was also my grandmother's name who I am named after. My family tells me that I have her "muchness," whatever that is. It was a phrase that she would always say. She always tells stories about her adventures when she was a little girl full of crazy characters: a white rabbit in a waistcoat always yelling he is late, a disappearing cat, a mad hatter, the queen of hearts, and a grumpy caterpillar.

I was just your normal college student living in New York City studying graphic design and planning on starting an internship at the Universal Music Group in the fall. I have always had a love of drawing, but we live in the 21st century and I have gotten really good at Photoshop and other editing tools. Some of my edits seem to be a part of another world.

This is the story of how I ended up here, in the psych ward of the hospital. My family, the doctors here, and a few friends that have come and seen me do not believe what I am telling them to be true. I even have proof on my phone, if they will just let me have it again. I know who will believe me though: my Grandmother Alice. She is making a special trip from England is what my mother tells me. While I am here I do not have any television, phone, or computer privileges. Because my imagination will become too wild. I am fine besides a few bruises and scrapes. What else would you expect from spending a couple weeks in Wonderland?

Let's go back to what seems like weeks ago. But my mom and the people here at the hospital keep saying it has only been a few days.

used to tell me of her adventures when she was younger. I always loved listening to her tell them when we visited each other. There was always a new one for her to tell me. I know that the stories were just make-believe bedtime stories that she would tell me.

That was until I saw a rabbit wearing a waistcoat running through Central Park. I was sitting on a bench in the park, sketching out a cartoon to animate later. Central Park is one of my favorite places to sit at and create. The fresh air and a wide range of people in the park are great inspiration for me. My older sister sent me a Snapchat. I was sending her one back of the park and the sun starting to set, when I saw the rabbit run across the screen. As my grandmother did, I chased it to see what I thought I saw. In one swift motion, I put my sketchbook into my backpack and took off running after it. The rabbit would not slow down. I am not a runner. "I wonder if Grandmother Alice had to sprint after the white rabbit she chased when she was a little girl ," I thought as I was losing my breath running. But I was able to keep the rabbit in my sight as I was running through the park trying my best not to run straight into someone else. As soon as I got close, he would turn a sharp corner. I thought about giving up chasing the rabbit, but I wanted to get a picture of him. To show my grandmother the next time we were able to visit each other.

Finally, the white rabbit crossed the street into an alley. Luckily the crosswalk light was on for me to cross the busy street. I thought that I might be able to have him cornered in the alley. When I got to the alley, there is a man in a matching waistcoat with a rabbit mask on holding the white rabbit that I saw running in Central Park. I know that there are some weird things that happen here in New York City, but this is too coincidental for what is to happen next. I start to ask to strange man if I can take his picture, nervously. He just stares at me, petting the rabbit's head. As I pull out my phone to take a picture the man holding the rabbit walks closer to me. Now almost toe to toe he says to me with a deep voice, "Look at the time. You're late." I was able to get the picture. And it clicks in my head what the man had just said to me. I am now confused and starting to get scared, I start to walk backwards. When he pushes me with what feels like his whole body weight on my chest, I lose my balance. I start to fall backward... [Read on]