STAYING IN THE MAD HATTER’S HOTEL

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Alice escapes from gritty street, a rude wind hustling her between taxi and glass doors. Gracing the polished foyer, a white rabbit glances at his timepiece while she completes the required paperwork.

High up in the sky she marvels at the busyness projected up from distant lives. The city blinks before her, a picnic rug of illuminated building blocks. Trip hazards. Stepping inside, a scent of rose petals wafts. She’s here. The red throw against snowy bed linen reminiscent of a crime scene.

Palming the key, Alice selects a potion from the mini-bar. So begins her date with the queen.

 

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