Through the looking glass
One morning rising from your bed
A funny thought pops in your head
What fun you’d have if you could pass
Like Alice, through the looking glass
But your mirror is no magic door
Of that you feel you can be sure
The reflection shows no one but you
Then a hand snaps out and pulls you through
At first it seems like nothing’s changed
Then things begin to rearrange
It isn’t your house, or even your town
It seems the world’s turned upside down....
One morning rising from your bed
A funny thought pops in your head
What fun you’d have if you could pass
Like Alice, through the looking glass
But your mirror is no magic door
Of that you feel you can be sure
The reflection shows no one but you
Then a hand snaps out and pulls you through
At first it seems like nothing’s changed
Then things begin to rearrange
It isn’t your house, or even your town
It seems the world’s turned upside down
in Through the looking glass, by Lewis Caroll
stories on analog
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