AFTER THE RABBIT (continued):

"Darling!", cried the young Droogie as she gave me a sort of rehearsed Italian kiss, you know, both cheeks. Her embrace even felt sort of familiar, as if we had met before...nah.

"I had to come here live, you know because I´m currently planning my decor of my new place over that new SoHo complex and I thought, "this is perfect!" A close friend of a friend of a friend shared some pics when they were at the show that Friday...You look amazing as well, amazing..."

The girl just kept talking and talking, and talking as I stared like the idiot I was, not.

"So, um, what brings you to SoHo, almighty goddess?" I asked.

"Well, simply everyone who´s anyone is picking out this handsome little big neighborhood, don´t you agree?" She said as she kept playing with a lock of her blonde hair.

"Absolutely...I keep telling this guy right here that I refuse to leave unless he puts me beside beautiful people like yourself."

Feivel was furious, but he answered politely like the gentleman he was, not.

"Oh, sure...not, don´t believe that guy, he´s crazy. Actually he´s a sort of verbal terrorist."

"That I can tell. Anyway, this is my personal assistant and almost sister, Sophie..."

Now girl Sophie was hot, I was so thrilled meeting the most popular girls in school. Nothing like Lisa...She greeted me as well, sort of shy.

"So can you tell us a little bit about the concept of your paintings, Adrian?" asked Sophie with a sort of snobby tone.

"Em, well, you see..." I said as I spread my arms attempting to be more impressive. "I play close attention to my dreams, very close attention. So one fine day this furry little dude shows up and I decided to paint it because it was sort of stuck in my head ever since I can remember. Edith, my girlfriend and partner in crime says it´s an archetype..."

"That´s rather interesting...what´s an archetype?" asked Droogie faking interest.

"It´s a psychological term, you know, like a symbol of something else..."

"And that is?" she continued.

"Whatever you like...and that´s the beauty of it. There´s something I should warn about though..."

"What? They´re too big, too expensive, very delicate? Because that won´t be a problem, " answered Droogie a little bit startled putting her hand on her awesome chest.

"Nah, forget it...it´s just a urban legend."

"Alright, bad boy, keep it too yourself. I love mysteries."

"Anyway, it´s been a genuine pleasure meeting your Mr. Black. We must be going now, right dear?" said Sophie.

"Absolutely. Hey, um, I´ll be sure to highly recommend to the guys upstairs. I´ll still be doing a handful of shows this year, busy season you know! But if you´re certainly not too busy by the next year I´ll ask you do some work for me, wouldn´t that be great?"

"That´s amazing, girl!" I said. "But go easy on me..."

"Isn´t he adorable?"

I was thinking exactly the same thing about her, but was she flirting with me? Whatever. But Feivel was more than excited for we were playing with the big leagues now...Success at last.

AFTER THE RABBIT (continued)...

"How's everything doing, Mausman?

"Uh, couldn't be better! Just you wait and see. It's they're practically all lined up to buy this stuff," said Feivel posing like a bodyguard.

"This 'stuff'?" I answered with a bit of surprise. "Is that what you call my art now, just stuff?"

"Hey, don't look at me kid! We have buyers we've never seen before."

"Yeah, I also noticed there were like around sixty or seventy people who've bought prints just this week. I got  dozens and dozens of requests up until February," I said. "Yep, what a wonderful way to end this year; multiplication through rabbits."

"Makes perfect sense to me..." said Feivel.

(continued)...

WE'RE ALL RABBITS HERE

"Here , here," announced the March Hare pursing his snout and knocking a tablespoon against a very fine teacup. He got up from the table and continued, "I propose that today we all become rabbits!"

Alice was indeed confused this time for she actually came looking for that swift, uncanny cottontail since she was hungry for answers. And slowly one by one all of the guests in the party revealed their faces and looked all the same. They all vigorously shouted, "I AM THE RABBIT!"

"NO, NO, NO, NO!" cried Alice as she hit the dinner table. "Would you please all make up your minds and tell me who are you..."

But the Dormouse whispered to the blonde little girl, "I am the rabbit, dear."

And the she answered, "That's nonsense. Everyone knows you are tiny mouse, why, rabbits don't have long tails!"

"Exactly! I am the rabbit."

The ever so whimsical Mad Hatter had the word, "Why, I am the Rabbit of course dear! Can't you see my big dumb floppy ears?"

Alice was beginning to grow annoyed, "Pardon me sir, but I can hardly see your ears because they're covered by your enormous fancy hat."

"And that's exactly the point! My ears are so giganti-normous that won't let me see where I'm going thus I have to hide them."

"Oh, then would you kindly remove your hat?"

"WHAT?!!! THAT'S RATHER RUDE, DON'T YOU AGREE?"

"...very, very rude indeed," answered the Dormouse with a very weary voice.

"IMPOSTORS! You fools, I AM the rabbit," shouted the March Hare.

"Sir..." interrupted Alice.

"YEESSS?"

"You may look like a rabbit, but you're not him. You see he's white and stubby, he wears glasses and carries a pocket watch.
"
"A what, you say?" replied The March Hare.

"I said WATCH!" answered Alice as she got up from the table.

"WATCH! Now see here, watch YOUR temper little girl..." said the Hare furiously.

"But I only asked a simple question..."

"And that is?" now asked the Mad Hatter.

"Who is the White Rabbit?"

"We are the rabbit, of course!!!" they all said unanimously.

"This is the stupidest tea party ever; why I'd rather talk to a wall and it would understand much better!"

And that was my dream last night. I mean, how deranged can you possibly get now that you start seeing the one thing everybody else thinks is the craziest tale like Alice In Wonderland.

"Edith!" I shouted.

WHAT, SWEETIE?

"Is it normal for someone to have visions all the time?" I asked. I toiled away in my studio...did I even ever bother to describe the place? Oh yes, I did but back then I was sort of tidying up. Anyway; I could clearly see a fine white layer gathering around the edges of my windows. Yes, it was snowing alright. And your humble narrator was all curled up trying to keep my rabbit warm under my coat.

NOT REALLY, BUT LIKE I SAID YOU'RE DEFINITELY DEVELOPING ANXIETY, LIKE, IS SOMETHING BOTHERING YOU?

"Sure, this! and many other things."

NO, BUT I MEAN LIKE OVERSTRESSING YOURSELF.

"Mmmm, yeah, probably, so that means?"

DREAMS ARE A WAY THAT THE BODY DEALS WITH PAINFUL SITUATIONS WE FACE EVERYDAY SO THAT THEY WON'T AFFECT US GREATLY.

"I know that, but then there are different kinds of dreams like visions; those are the ones that I'm afraid of.

WOULD IT HELP IF WE TALK ABOUT OTHER THINGS SO THAT YOU CAN BE MORE CALM? LIKE, FOR EXAMPLE, DECEMBER?

Ok, I could clearly sense that she was fed up of this subject and it makes sense. But I haven't grown tired of it, I could go all night.