Every Edition

The day began not with the sun but with a croquette filled with pink whipped cream. There was light and it broke the clouds. The Giant pastry beckoned you. You packed your camera and pulled on your black strappy shoes. Your necklace was like a snake around your shoulders. All the furry creatures of the house tried to leave with you. They knew the adventure would be an extraordinary one.
Outside you noticed all things were in black and white. You checked your glasses, the yellow rimmed ones. You fished in your purse for another pair with red rims. Same thing. You took your glasses off, blew on them, cleaned them off on our scarf, and the world was still in black and white.
You watched two crows turn on a branch. They spoke to you. They screamed into the morning. They turned from the blackest black to the whitest white. One turned into a dove.

You walked into the mountains and on the trail ahead a woman came. She was brunette, head to toe in the flashiest of pink. Her garments were pink tulle that dragged fifteen feet behind her. She carried an enormous light filled door knob which reminded you of one of your favorite photographs. She held the knob out to you and blew the scent of spring your way.
You thought to make a wish and suddenly you were standing outside a hovel on a street, a nook, a cranny in the wall. You were standing beneath a sign and it read, We Have Every Edition of Every Book in Every Language Ever Published.
When you went inside Django was working the cash register, he smiled and said “How good of you to come.” Calvin and Hobbes were sipping coffee at a corner table. They waved you over to a vacant seat. You stood in the door dumbfounded. You saw a giant golden lab you recognized. He smiled at you and carried on a conversation with a rather gorgeous woman who looked strikingly like the one with the doorknob. You noticed some hens down a central row of books carrying on in lively conversation with a dashing raccoon.
A voice from a couch called to you. It wasn’t loud or soft, it wasn’t demanding or reserved. It simply said your name and you went to it and you sat down and had a nice hot cup of tea. I was there, too. I was appreciating the wish you made, what a fine fine establishment it was.