I asked Alice when she was 10 feet tall.

And she said, but only when she grew back, else she would have shattered my ears, but she said, that after having seen the world being so small and puny in the context of the whole, she knows better than to bother with such betraying things like human emotions. However, despite being the wiser she keeps meddling with them and now the pinpricks made her tired, so tired she can't sleep. So she just sits and listens to people who talk in her head but they don't have all too many nice things to say, but who to listen to if you can't hear yourself?
The Cheshire cat came along and told her that he told her so and she said indeed and admitted he was right all along, upon which the cat stretched out its paw and asked Alice to make a deal, his guidance for a tear a day. Before she could reply she shrank back and now she doesn't know what to do!

She's pondering taking the grinning cat up on his offer, but knows old holes don't heal and they're the ones that make her too tired for laughter, but not for dreams.

But then the new ones won't come and maybe dreams are just that and will always be that, fata morgana's of the parched mind.

She hasn't reached a decision yet but the cat's acrawlin'.