Yousef wandered through the crowded souk. He spotted something shiny in a dusty corner.
He picked up a dusty brass lamp. He rubbed it with his sleeve to clean it.
Suddenly, tiny glowing letters floated into the air. They spelled 'Salaam' right before his eyes.
The letters stuck to his sneakers. Yousef shook his feet, but they moved to his socks instead.
He chased the floating 'N' through the spice jars. Cinnamon dust made him sneeze loudly.
The letters formed a door shape on a wall. There was no handle, so he shouted for help.
The letters tumbled down like dominoes. They fell onto the ground with a soft clatter.
They rearranged into a big smiley face. Yousef laughed and tapped the happy floor.