Today, I dream of an unusual color,

the color your clothes fade to in the wash.

Washing to get rid of the bitter brown coffee.

It imprints on your dresses like the legacy of a historical figure.

Dreaming to forget about the large body of water in my room,

Ominous and calling at me, “Did you lock your car?”.

I fall into a deep sleep, like driving through a tunnel of snow flurries at night.

I slide down a waterfall of vibrancy.

Then, the unusual color,

The colors of the sky crash down and blend into a weary gray.

It wraps around my ankles and held me down,

I can’t run in my pink bunny slippers.

The sky smells of the past.

I dance like a puppet attached to gray strings.

I hear the words to a Taylor Swift love song,

I hear the breath of my first kiss, gray.

The happiness of the song asphyxiates, 

The gray reminds me of every mistake I’ve ever made.

A guilty feeling rises in my stomach,

Awake.

I look around my room, but I feel like a faraway place.

The water drains like Hollywood drains its celebrities.

I went to bed to touch the darling colors,

And now all I feel is gray.