Alice wakes. It is morning. She is yawning. As she walks about the room. Her hair falls down her breast. She is naked and it is June. Standing at the window. I wonder if she knows that I can see. Watching Alice rise year after year. Up in her palace she's captive there. Alice's body. Is golden brown. Her hair hangs down. As she stoops to conquer me. First she pulls her stocking on. And then the church bell chimes. Alice climbes into her uniform. The zippers on the side. Watching Alice dressing in her room. It's so depressing it's cruel. Watching Alice dressing in her room.