(This is just a tiny excerpt from a story I'm writing. So sorry it's terrible...)
I had a nice dream last night. My family was there and there
were flowers and rainbows and meadows and myself frolicking with friends and fifth
grade crushes and close by neighborhood kids. Something in the inside of my
eyelids sparked and somehow ignited the existence of these colors. Though
cursed with a false purpose and trolling hope, they made the dark seem… a
little less dark, and that made me happy. I wish I had a better dream though,
like instead of just making black into monochrome maybe make monochrome into
sepia. Sepia could be bliss, though I shouldn’t expect that much.
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