The Dream

"La, la. La, la-la. La, la. La, la-la," the little girl melodically intoned, as the thunder rolled outside.
Horror filled me as she backed slowly up onto the sill of the towering window, her hands and feet spreading to the frame, bracing her silhouetted figure in the center.
She hoisted herself in an arachnid manner, higher and higher; that grotestque, childish singing filled the room.
Something crashed against the room's door, promising to break in at any moment, but my attention was locked on the hypotic movements of this hellish Alice, this predator from within the looking glass.