Yellow
I remember three things now.I remember that my eyes are closed.
I remember that something was in my hand.
I remember that my favorite shirt is a comfy sweater.
I'm swimming in gold Jell-O. I didn't even realize they made yellow Jell-O. Maybe it's pudding. But I don't like pudding.
I don't like pudding.
I don't like this dream.
I want to wake up. How do I wake up? Why am I asleep? Where are the people?
My head hurts now.
It's a distant pang, snaking its way down my spine from my temples. I feel it in my nerves, aching for an end. It hurts. It feels like I'm staring at the sun and I can't blink.
I
I
I
I see nothing. My vision is clouded by Rumpelstiltskin's thread and dragon's treasure and sizzling gold fireworks.
I feel nothing. My senses are drowning in lemon pudding and scratchy yellow blankets and too many falling amber flower petals.
I know nothing. My mind is muddled with mis-matched memories and markers and meltdowns.
I am gold.
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SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO GOOD !!
It is literally my favorite short story I've EVER read. SERIOUSLY!!!