Wonderland

It was chaos perfected. They peeled back a sheet of plywood with her fathers crowbar and entered a darkened hallway. They had heard stories about this decaying relic on the oceanfront and had decided to finally see it for themselves. The hallway that they entered was filled with rubble and used needles littered the floor. Armed with a cell phone flashlight and the crowbar they pressed onward. The hallway led to a giant ballroom. In the '20s the big bands used to play on the raised stage with long velvet curtains. There were 3 golden chandeliers above a marble checkered dance floor. What must have been an elegant place was now decaying and had a strange beauty to it. Two of the chandeliers had fallen and cracked through the marble. Where the dance floor was cracked there were small trees that had begun to grow and vines covered the walls. Where ever nature hadn't claimed, local graffiti artists had. Huge colorful tapestries surrounded by vines filled the walls and balcony. She danced ahead to the center of the floor to swing around on a tree and stop to look at him. He could almost make out the band playing something slow and melodic and he danced over to her. "We should never take a picture of this place, it wouldn't do it justice." He said. She smiled at him and danced away, floating in circles amidst the wreckage. Coming in tighter and tighter around him, she finally falls into his arms and they share a kiss. Then she turns her head towards him and opens her eyes. She says "This is our wonderland, this is where we'll always meet in our dreams."