Through the Looking Glass
Jane's beauty sleep didn't last long when she heard a grate thump from the attic. She thought nothing of it and decided, sins she was up, to try on the dress. In it she looked lovely yet something was missing…it was her. Yes she looked good but it wasn't her. Yet Jane was expert on style,all she had to do was add black and white tights, lots of bracelets, and a beaded nucleus rapped around her neck two times.
As she marveled herself in the mirror another thump could be heard. This time she went up to investigate taking with her prize position "a pink ipod hidden in the apron pocket". Jane fallowed the nose up to an old mirror center in the middle of an empty room. "THUMP" it moved once more. Timidly, she pulled her hand to meet the glass. A sudden jerk came and pulled her body in as her entrees rippled the mirror.
"Maybe she's a fig" said a voce. "No she much too beautiful to be a fig you idiot!" argued another voce. "Hatter will you explain to your SON that she must be a fig!" the man turned to state his opinion. "Personally, I don't care much for figs, they always have their heads up their…" the argument led on as Jane awoke seeing their faces.
She gasped, recognizing the faces immediately. One was the Marge Hear, the Mad Hatter, and a young man who she didn't know wearing the same hat as the Hatter only blue not green.
She knew these faces, she knew this place. It was her grandmother's beloved wonderland. It wasn't just a dream it was real, real enough at least. But some thing was wrong, very wrong and gave Jane a weary filling. Where was the color, the happiness? What had happened to the loving world of Wonderland?