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June 04, 2017 - 123 words
Green is the color of my thin blanket that my mentally ill girlfriend gave me for my 20th birthday. Twelve years later I still sleep with it every night even though memories of her have long faded.
Red is the color of this new nightstand table. I don’t have any attachment to this thing because it’s not mine. I didn’t bring it with me into this apartment and I don’t know who owns it. But I am using it.
Yellow is the color of the light my lamp is throwing at me. It’s a soft golden glow that illuminates my large bedroom like a jar of fireflies.
Brown is the color of the world when I close my eyes and imagine myself asleep.