Only 3:00pm?!  She was surprised at how quickly the time had passed.  The day was already halfway over!  She didn’t remember checking the time even once since their arrival at 10:00am.  Had they even stopped to take a break?

Only 3:00pm?!  He couldn’t believe time was moving so slowly.  He felt as if they’d been there for days... they’d waited in line after line after line.  He checked his watch constantly; silently begging her to sit down to rest.  He loved seeing her so happy, but boy was he tired!

She knew that by tomorrow morning, the memories of her magical day would be swirling through her head.  By then, she’ll be wishing she could go back and relive her whole day.  With him.  Here.  She wanted it to last forever.

He noticed that she was staring at his face, probably daydreaming or completely lost in thought.  3:01pm when he checked his watch this time.

“How about if we sit down and get a drink or something?” He was almost certain she would insist that they keep going to the next attraction, but she simply nodded.  She took his hand and let him lead her to a bench.  They sat, still holding hands.  He looked down at his watch again. 3:02pm.

Suddenly, as if waiting for his cue, music came screaming through the park speakers.  They both recognized the song and looked at each other with shock and confusion.  Avicii’s “Wake Me Up” played loudly as they watched one, then two, then three (and so on!) park-goers dance in unison.

“Seriously, a flash-mob?!”  He rolled his eyes.  Then he smiled.  He didn't want to admit it, but this actually amused him.

She watched on in amazement.  When the song ended, the dancers left their marks and started walking on as if nothing had happened.  She squeezed his hand and whispered,

“I love this place.”

~I see now.  A new world within an old~  

She stopped and stood still. He moved up next to her, confused.

"All of this is new.  I've never seen it before.  Let's go!"  She looked up at him and smiled, but before he could ask any questions, he was being pulled along.  

Once again, she weaved them in and out of the crowds.

They entered a shop.  Finally: a store dedicated to Beauty and the Beast.  She picked up every item on the shelves and examined it (and the price).  She read every quote on the walls and on the merchandise, occasionally reading aloud to him.

Without purchasing anything, they exited the store and were once again at the entrance to the 

New Fantasyland.

Looking around, he recognized architecture and symbols.  He’d seen them all in the movies she’d made him watch before their visit.  The castles were exactly like the animated castles in the movies.  Incredible.  Thinking back, this reminded him of something he’d read in school.  What was the name of it?  Oh, right.  Illuminations by Walter Benjamin.  

‘In principle a work of art has always been reproducible.  Manmade artifacts could always be imitated by men.’

He opened his mouth to share his revelation with her, but she was already saying,

“Let’s go look at the menu for the new restaurant!  It’s called Be Our Guest!”