my magenta bed cover mocks me. my turquoise night wear clashes with that. I fumble on the mattress and let mists of sleep block me out nightly shadows cast furtive glances on the mirror
when morning sounds wake me up the sun looks down on me fern on my window too mocks me magenta turns to maroon gold I stare at it unseeingly. misty tears trickle fast and furious. I am stuck with my closed plans how do I open them now?