The White Rabbit

Clad in a waistcoat that still fits despite all the chaos, I scurry from one crisis to the next, forever fearing the wrath of the Queen. I didn't ask to be Wonderland’s herald, but here I am, rushing toward appointments I never seem to make. Alice stumbled in like a misplaced comma, and I’ve never quite recovered. I speak in half-sentences, twitch at shadows, and apologize to clocks.