I wake up coughing. There's something in my mouth, my lungs, my eyes. What is it? What is it? I cough harder. I can't see. It tastes gross, like... dirt? Why is there dirt in my mouth? It's hard to hear, everything's muffled. Do I hear talking? Are there people? Maybe they can help!

"Please! Help! I'm down here!!! HELP!"

The talking doesn't stop. I keep yelling between coughing fits, praying they...

Iris has a pretty notebook

It sparkles and changes colors when you swipe

I like sparkles

I want to touch

She runs away and won't let me

Recess, my favorite time!

I love the swings

So does Iris

There's one swing left

I run

She runs

I win!

She starts to cry

"Let me see your book and you can use the swing!

I'll just play with it while you swing!

I'll stay where you can see me!

I promise!"

"NO!"

I'm ...

I hate the color orange. Every shade, every hue, every tint. Orange fills me with dread. Orange disgusts me. I wish it made me happy, like other people. Everyone around me sees oranges, sunshine, smiles... Summer, energy, positivity... At this point, I just see restriction, prison, conformity. I know I must sound dramatic; orange is just a simple color, after all. To me, though, orange is mor...

Grey

His favorite polo

His intellect

My life before him

Yellow

His aura

His hair

My smile

Pink

His lips

His spirituality

My confession

Blue

His sigh

His apology

My heart

Red

His scowl

His words

My eyes

Black

His firing

His stare

My world after him...