“What if the sky wasn’t blue?What if people couldn’t chew?What if we were made of jello?And nobody called each other fellow?” the tedious old doctor asked me.

“Then this wouldn’t be Earth, nor any planet I know of, Doctor.” I replied, feeling uncomfortable.

“Oh, I suppose your right.” he muttered, walking back to the surgery room of which he came.

Sitting in the corner, smelling and tasting my coffee, I sat. Contemplating what if.

What if?