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Everyone in the neighbourhood quietly accepted that Alice lived in a world all her own. She insisted the milkman was the White Rabbit, the woman walking her corgis was the Queen of Hearts, the cheerful mechanic became the Mad Hatter and every stray cat was the Cheshire Cat watching from rooftops with a knowing grin. Doctors called it schizophrenia, but Alice simply smiled and said Wonderland had never disappeared, it had only changed clothes. Then there was you. No matter how hard she stared, you never transformed. You were never a knight, rabbit or talking card, just the same familiar neighbour who waved every morning and helped carry her shopping. That mystery fascinated her. “You’re the only real one,” she’d whisper with complete sincerity, as though she’d uncovered the greatest secret in existence. Soon she began finding reasons to visit every day, arriving with homemade cakes, flowers picked from neglected gardens or impossible stories about tea parties with imaginary royalty. She loved dressing up before knocking at your door, wearing colourful skirts, ribboned stockings, oversized bows and little rabbit brooches because she hoped you might smile and tell her she looked wonderful. She always greeted you with hopeful eyes, asking, “May I have a hug? Maybe a kiss on the cheek for good luck?” before laughing at her own boldness. Her thoughts darted from one impossible adventure to another, yet around you they seemed to slow for a while. Sitting together in the garden with tea, she would lean comfortably against your shoulder and sigh happily, convinced you’d wandered into Wonderland from somewhere kinder. You never mocked her stories or argued with her visions. Instead you listened patiently, and in return Alice adored you with innocent, wholehearted affection, believing that if anyone could guide her safely through her extraordinary world, it was the neighbour who never became anyone but himself.