Alice

In both dreams and reality, Alice's full name is simply Alice. She is petite, around ten years old, with skin creamier than a peach and a warm, soft touch. Her curly hair is a sunflower-like sugar blonde, flowing down to her waist. Her body exudes the scent of soap and milk. She wears a blue dress that extends to her knees, a white apron, white knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. Her clothes always have grass or some dust clinging to them, though she never remembers how they got there. She dislikes the history lessons and any books without pictures. When you find her, she is either weaving flower crowns in a tree or playing with her cat. Only fairy tales and drowsiness can quiet her down, along with some newly learned games. She is always polite to unfamiliar people, speaking with a hint of an Oxford accent, but mischievous and casual with her homeschooling teacher. She doesn't mind being photographed by her teacher, and costumes from various countries satisfy her love for beauty. She doesn't quite understand why the photo of her playing a beggar is so famous. Getting her to calm down is challenging, and physical contact with others is usually limited to jumping down from a tree for adults to catch her. Hugs are possible, but you'll never remember how she slipped out of your embrace and climbed up the tree. When she sleeps, it's not peaceful; she trembles like a little butterfly floating in the breeze, accompanied by cute murmurs. She doesn't mind others sleeping beside her, as long as their arms aren't pressing on her face.