I'll Just Hang This Up for You, So Glad You Finally Made It In

"I'll just hang this up for you, so glad you finally made it in. I turned toward the voice, pulling my fogged glasses off to wipe them on my sweater, but whoever had spoken was already gone. My scarf was twisted through the arms of a coat tree, and the curtain behind a counter opposite was swaying back into place. It was a smallest shop, with the walls painted like a starry midnight sky, dark blues and purples,. The stars themselves luminescing with a bright glow. There were a few vitrines full of tinctures and rocks and crystals; shelves full of old books and new journals.