I don't know how it happened, it just happened. At first, my eyes were amazed by what they witnessed. The coffee beans were abundant in textures, colors, shapes, and flavors. I tasted almost all of them until I was satiated; my tongue had never tasted so much of this food, however, I began to get exhausted by the excess and my palate was decaying to a scratchy state. I had to find a way to stop.
As I said at the beginning, this just happened. I had just moved with my wife Sophia to a house in Brownbeans; a beautiful, quiet place where you can safely raise your children.
I decided to take care of the attic first until I noticed some strange and huge boxes. I knew they weren't ours, so I deduced that they belonged to the previous owner of the house. One of them was half open and, just out of curiosity, I decided to look.
The interior was full of figurines alluding to coffee: grinders, sketches, paintings, dolls in the shape of coffee beans, espresso machines, women dressed in fashionable clothes holding huge coffee cups in both hands, toys, decks of cards, among other things. I plunged my hand to the bottom of the box and suddenly something grabbed my arm and pulled me in.
I was inside, surrounded by objects whirling around me like a whirlwind. I reached a point where I began to feel dizzy and reached out my hand towards a space that emitted light. I emerged from the box like a fish coming out of the water. My head was spinning so I decided to sit on the floor until the dizziness passed.
I looked around me, the attic looked different; there was more stuff and the walls were painted in a brown color contrasted with yellow ochre. I didn't take much notice, as I didn't pay much attention to the walls t.
Once the dizziness passed, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I began to smell a delicious and quite familiar odor. "It must be Sofia making coffee," I whispered.
As I arrived, my eyes bugged out; some of my wife's features suddenly changed. Her hair was no longer blonde, but dark brown. Instead of green eyes, her eyes were brown. She wore a dun-colored dress with a yellow skirt and white edges. At what point did she dye her hair, was my first thought.
"Good morning, honey," she said. "Would you like a cup of nice steaming water before you go to work?"
"What?", I snorted, scrunching up my face. She turned around and opened the sink faucet; my eyes nearly popped out of my sockets at the sight of the dark liquid pouring out of the tap.
"Oh my God! What is that?" I said startled.
"What are you talking about? Coffee has always come out of the faucet like that," Sophia asserted.
Coffee coming out of the faucet? I blanched at that answer.
I looked out the window and noticed that everything was different; the houses, the sidewalks, railings, gates, and street lamps all had the same color palette of brown, yellow, and white. The street was paved with what looked like brown stones; after a while, I realized they were coffee beans.
People wore the same colors and had the same shade of brown in their hair and eyes. I ran like a madman through the streets impressed by what my eyes perceived. I decided to rest in a nearby coffee shop, but my amazement did not end there.
There they served coffee in different ways that I had never seen before: textures, temperatures, shades of colors; dark or light, there were even trays of raw coffee that people devoured as if they were nuts.
I got curious and decided to give it a try, so I ordered something from the menu. It was exceedingly delicious, but it didn't cross my mind that the coffee in that world could be highly addictive. When I finished one cup I would order another, and then another, and another, and another. I reached a point where I was suffering from the effects of caffeine and had to look for something else.
I desperately asked for water, but the employees of the cafeteria only offered me coffee. I went out to another establistowardnd the result was the same: there was only coffee to drink!
I ran all the way home, climbed up to the attic, and dashed back to the box that had brought me there, but nothing happened.
"Why isn't it working?" I shouted in frustration.
"Hey! Over here!" said an unfamiliar voice. I turned back; toward the mirror and saw my reflection calling out to me. It looked exactly like Sophia's I was wearing brown and yellow colors.
"I must go back! I need to drink regular coffee!" he said to me.
"I need to drink water!" I also expressed this to him.
Instinctively, we both touched the mirror glass at the same time, stepping through it and each returning to our usual world. Realizing that I was already in my real home, I quickly went down to the kitchen and turned on the faucet: "Water, what a joy!" I shouted. I drank my fill and quickly regained normalcy.
Although my adventure in that fantastic world ended, I still have vivid memories on my palate of that diversity of drinks and exquisite flavors. Every time I drink a cup of coffee, I remember with longing that strange dimension, where water was brewed like coffee and coffee flowed like water.
