Your strange blue day
The alarm on your alarm clock clicked on with a loud crash. The opening guitar riff of Johnny B. Goode yanks you away from dreamland and back into the waking world. It didn’t need you to have been up for hours already. Today was the day. After racing to your bathroom, the taste of blueberries fills your mouth" “Weird. This is mint toothpaste” you think.
Getting dressed you pull on the smart blue suit and coordinated red belt you picked out just for today. Reaching into your pocket you pull out the crumbled golden ticket “Congratulations! You are cordially invited to spend the day as my guest for a tour of my chocolate factory signed Mr. Willy Wonka. Please arrive at 9 am on the first of October” you read that ticket so many times you could recite it from memory. Placing the ticket back in your pocket a flash of blue catches your eye. Looking closer, your entire arm is a deep shade of blue. You blink in confusion. Your arm is normal the same as it ever was.
Grabbing your coat you head out to the factory for what may be the most important day of your life. On the way out of the house you grab a fresh piece of gum. The taste is strong but oddly unctuous and rich with a tomato flavor that is weird but not unpleasant. You take another chomp but now the flavor has changed to a normal mint. A third chomp proves similar, more mint.
The first room of the factory is bizarre, sterile and white with bizarre coat hooks that move like hands. As you sign the various NDAs and legal waivers your stomach grumbles strangely feeling full and bloated instead of empty.
The next room is more of what you are expecting. A room made of candy! You and the other guest spread out to sample whatever treat you find. Your body is giving you trouble somehow, your limbs don't want to move, they feel tight and turgid at once, too heavy and too full. But the feeling passes and you soon find yourself able to move freely if a little stiff as your muscles relax.
The guest falling into the river proves strange, adding to the pile of strange feelings you have felt today. The workers dancing makes your body shiver. As if hands are pressing against you. Shoving you. When the song ends, the feeling vanishes. You almost miss it.
The boat ride, in all its hazy strangeness, squeezes you full of both dread and anticipation as if you know what is about to happen that it has all happened before.
The boat docks at the inventing room.
The everlasting gobstopper.
The gum is a three course dinner.
The tomato soup.
The roast beef with baked potato, crispy skin and butter!
The pie.
A cool feeling rushing through your body, the unending taste of blueberries filling your mouth punctuated only by a buttery crust. Your face, then body turning a deep shade of violet. Your stomach gurgling feeling bloated and full then pressing into your tight red belt. Your rear and chest expand rapidly giving you an exaggerated hourglass as your limbs turn taut and turgid. Your belt bursting off of you as you round into your final shape. The workers rolled down the hall and into the juicing room. The pressure and release. Then the refilling. The juicer saved you from exploding but it didn't fix you. It will never fix you. Wonka tried many times to fix you but no solution has been found. You're hooked up to a milking machine and press then left to sit in the dim light. Sometimes to alleviate the boredom you close your eyes and the sound of your alarm clock playing Johnny B, Goode fills your ears.
