Today went past in a whizz.
By whizz I mean a jerky jumpy exciting kind of whizz. I woke up in the morning with a start and discovered I had woken up an hour before and turned off my alarm clocks. In a jiffy and a huffpuff, I was sitting in a room with a allsmiley doll on my left, a chubbybubby monster on hers, and a moronic moron on my right, and a very motherly panther in front of me. And all of a sudden I decided I wanted to swim in pages of yellowed old books and be engulfed by the old-booky smells old books have. Musty doesn't describe it. Penguins will jump from one book to another and when they find a macaw they have to battle it on a rotating wheel, spinning at twenty times the speed of light.
I walked into the library, and discovered to my dismay the shelves were not in their places, but moving about and shifting like they were edgy and fidgety. I told them to be careful in case they let a book out and alarmed the librarians who were so concerned about books they forgot about their shelves. I took a book out of the shelf and thanked it, passed it to the librarian who scanned it and smiled at me nicely, all this whilst the shelf was staring me down. I escaped into the lift, who started with a huge lurch and decided to plummet down endlessly, until of course, it was my floor and it couldn't let me make too much of a ruckus beside the very stately bespectacled man holding a book. That would have been very unbecoming. Someone with a big make-me-invisible board walked past me, for a moment I thought it was a frame on legs! How silly of me.
When I entered the grocery store, it was more magical than ever. The grocery baskets discovered their true prowess and begun stacking themselves, how convenient for the store managers. I ducked and dodged the baskets before touching down at my cashier, who was making too many polite noises. I turned on my voice mini-fier to turn down the hullabaloo and trotted home.
On my way home, when a flower turned to talk to me, I thought, "I should tell him all about my really epic journey today!". Then with a little start I realized I didn't have a 'him'. Not three, nor two, nor one. I had half, but he was mute as I was. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it. And the more that thought wiggled and squirmed in my stomach, the more I didn't like it. And when it reached my throat and shot out, suddenly the magic disappeared. And I was sad again.