Yesterday O’Clock and the Pineapple Crown

At precisely yesterday o’clock, the moon put on its shoes and forgot how to be round.

It walked backward into a teacup, where a goldfish was busy reading the weather forecast

for next week’s memories. A doorbell rang inside a sandwich, so the clouds politely

applauded and turned into ladders. Everyone climbed down except Tuesday, who stayed behind

to argue with a shadow about the color of silence. The argument was won by a spoon,

obviously. In the end, nothing happened twice, which made perfect

sense to the pineapple wearing a crown. It declared the story finished before it began,

and everyone agreed, because agreeing felt like sleeping upside down.