Such A Miracle

Last night I dreamt the world was once again flat and at the edges - the oceans spilled over.  I dreamt all of the knowledge mankind had gained over the years had suddenly disappeared.  We had traveled back to the beginning, losing all technological advancements, medical achievements and industrial ingenuity.

 

There was, however, one child.  A special child as it seemed, for as he walked - tiny lights within his shoes would light up.  People were in awe of such a miracle and held this child in the highest esteem.  People would whisper whenever they spoke of him.  Statues were erected in his likeness and on the odd Wednesday nobody had to go to work, for this was a day set aside for him.

 

One day a neighborhood mother had gotten close to the special child and noticed a small label on his shirt.  At first she thought it was a foreign tongue but upon closer scrutiny she could see the letters had been formed in some elaborate scroll and it was not foreign at all.  It said: Tommy Bahama.

 

Word quickly spread across the land, the child was to be known as Tommy.

 

I awoke shortly after the label incident.