Her Tiny Heart Pounds With Fear!

I'm lost in a fairy tale, almost as if I am Alice, falling into the rabbit hole. Maybe I'm dreaming! Maybe it's real! I'm not sure, even when I pinch myself. I do not wake and scream ouch!
I ask questions, only to be the one to answer them. It helps I guess, to say it out loud. But seeing these things, I know are not real. I'm afraid to tell!
They'll call me insane.
Who are those children, why are they chanting "Mix up, brick up, fill the last hole?" Loudly I scream! "Thank you daddy for waking me!"