Everything is strange she mused in an Alice in the looking glass way. I am in paradise but I’m not sure if I deserve this. She took a look in the mirror but doubt had crept in, making a mockery of her heart and dispersing the love. The trees in the garden laughed a little too loudly. Believe in yourself. You are here after all. Yes make art, purred the cat in the corner. He’s right chimed the church bells, time is moving fast. So she laughed and she danced and made a little garden. There were hearts in abundance but she planted some more. And they grew and the fragrance forgave her. Then she made art and made love and the cat purred out loud.