My Wonderland

In my " Alice in Wonderland " I thought myself to be Alice, lost, curious and looking for a Mad hatter.
But analyzing the story better, perhaps the Cheshire Cat is more . . . me.
Disappearing without a warning, appearing in the same fashion, when gone you can still see a lingering sardonic smirk, manipulative, giving misleading and blunt-out wrong indications and even slightly presumptuous. In the wondrous  world of Alice, why not even be both? Just for kicks.
A Cheshire Cat named Alice, a cat masked as a girl, strolling throughout Wonderland deliberately lost just to find herself falling in the arms of a certain Mad Hatter in the middle of a Tea Party.
The rest of the people in the story are mere cards in a deck and dispensable pieces on a chess board.
I can't help but wonder though, in a game there are two players, have I yet to meet my opponent?