Kaleidoscope
i'm living in a round room made of glass. the ceiling stretches up towards the moon, and the stars are mapped out beneath my feet, blinking red, blue and green. everyday i stand in the centre of the room, staring at the walls as the Colours journeyed from one end to another and back again.sometimes an earthquake occurs, and the room shakes from side to side. the Colours whirl across the walls in a dizzying frenzy, and the light gets too hard to bear. on such days i curl up in a ball and close my eyes as tight as i can.
sometimes the glass walls crack in the cold. the Colours would seep through and come to me. red is stinging and prickly, and leaves rashes on my skin. blue is icy-cold, and numbs my body to immobility. green is warm and fuzzy, yellow whistles and bubbles.
today, when i woke up, the Colours had all fled the walls. i stared out at a dense white fog creeping up the walls, threatening to swallow up the moon and the stars. rubbing my eyes, i looked around.
a gentle thud at my feet. white hovered at my toes, a smooth oval pebble the size of my fist.
"didn't you escape with the others?"
i cupped it in my hands, and we sat down and waited.
posted by Chrome @ 4:53 PM
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