"Through The Mirror"

I had seen Alice three times in eight years. There was no reason, or pattern for her visits. I
don't know why my particular mirror was a conduit between her world and mine, but she
had mentioned there were others. Although the book had been published some 40 years
earlier, Alice had aged only about ten, or twelve years. Now she was a very fetching young
woman.

She told me all about Wonderland and wanted me to come back with her, but I was full of
doubt about that very strange place. One night, I was lying in bed, looking at the full moon,
when the mirror came alive. The familiar scenery appeared and then Alice peeked from
around the mirror frame. She looked around, then stepped into the room. It was a cold
night and she wasn't completely dressed. Seeing Alice rubbing her arms, I asked her about
the lack of attire. Turns out that it is Spring all year around in Wonderland and that it could
get quite warm. It seemed the decent thing to do, so I pulled back the bedcovers and
invited her in.