...I leaped from bed, I took a breath, and I found myself shouting: "Yes! This day will be to other days as palaces to shanties, as mountains next to sinkholes, as oceans next to puddles! Everything starts today! Oh yes, a virtuoso of a day!" I raised my chin, I spread my arms. Something incredible was happening inside me, and its influence was flowing outward.
I drew the drapes, and the first streaks of early morning sunlight strode into my little den. Dust sparkled and settled. A clock struck the moment. The mist over the windows was fast evaporating. I took a deep breath and stretched this way and that, anticipating a tasty breakfast of jellied muffins, cold grapes, sweet peaches, tea with honey.
Then, suddenly, in the midst of what was either an instinctive urge or (will I ever know which?) a decisive, incisive, precisive (albeit hitherto hidden) resolution -- I stepped to my door, unlocked and unlatched it, opened it, and stepped OUTSIDE.
I felt sand between my toes. I looked around... and, sure enough, I stood not upon the steps of my apartment porch but upon the dunes of a vast, sweeping desert. My blue pajamas had become a white initiate's robes, tied with a knot of hemp-weave. Fiery sunshine shone freely over my body, just hot enough to pique a worry or two.
But finding myself startlingly less anxious about my new situation than any reasonable person should ever have been, I began striding over the sands, whistling as I did so. Something solid was visible on the horizon, and it seemed as good a destination as any. "Why not?" I asked myself.
I reached my goal in an alarmingly short time. It revealed itself to be a single palm tree, though this tree was formed not from leafy wood but from gleaming gold (real gold, dear reader!), every inch of it meticulously carved, right down to each frond's final fractal. I stepped back from the tree to admire its artifice, and something caught my eye: movement far to my left which I discerned to be a long-necked, long-legged dromedary. Atop it was a rider, and I took a closer look.
The rider wore a nineteenth-century European-style gentleman's suit and black top-hat. On his feet were sandal-shoon and at his belt were scallop-shells. He carried an etched stone tablet. He looked at me and waved. I wondered who he was, and I was gone.
*Alternate Arrival*
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