Jason J.
Google
I spent a night wandering and looking at the stars. What are the miracles that await me, I thought, if I could only be spirited away to the corners of the universe? But my earthy life was all too ordinary; there was nothing extraordinary about my life. As the clock turned to seven my lonely sojourn took me down Garland Street. When would I escape the plainness of my terrestrial existence, I wondered. When would I find passage to other worlds, a fitting ferry to transport me to a better potentiality? My earth-bound footsteps took me past closed thrift stores and diners, and I rubbed my eyes in confusion. Was this, before me, a spacecraft? Surely, I thought, such a vessel would not allow my entrance, but to my surprise the door to Rocket Bakery opened. Within, I found a display case. I discovered wonders: muffins! cookies! cinnamon rolls the size of Saturn! Houston, we do not have a problem; we have here the solution to our drab earthly realities. We have a passage to the stars, moon, and heavenly bodies!
I ordered a muffin and a coffee, and I was aghast at the fairness of the payment required. It didn’t require a conversation with my bank loan officer such as in other trendy coffee places asking for a purchase. No, the passage on this rocket was only seven dollars for my muffin and coffee. In taking my seat in this vessel and consuming these treasures I found comfort, fullness, and all the wonders of the universe and . . . yes . . . joy.