By Jill Zero
My dreams used to rebel with technicolor and holograms. Prisms exploded with hues I’d never seen before and the spectrum of light showed its face instead of remaining trapped inside of glass prisons.
When I closed my eyes, I saw cartoon worlds where colors strayed out of the lines and no task was impossible. I saw snow-capped mountains unlimited by restrictions of reality and upside down rainbows like gemstone-studded smiles and creatures that never existed. I saw myself in violet and turquoise with sprigs of harvest orange and gold dotting the horizon. Reality was of no consequence when I escaped to said worlds, and time hid until I allowed it to emerge.
But that was before my heart stopped. I haven’t dreamed in five years.
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