Violet Wishes Dalia Levanon i wish that the whole world was my favorite color
i told my sister last night as she adjusted her quilt and pillows that would be boring she replies in her usual matter-of-fact tone You’re wrong i say before realizing that she is asleep i begin to drift off as well my eyelids fluttering shut breathing begins to slow the room is silent i wake up this morning look out the window as i do every day we never close the blinds i gasp rubbing my face slapping my cheeks but the view remains the same the sun is a sideways lavender crescent on the horizon the clouds are periwinkle puffs floating across the sky which happens to be a deep magenta i turn to examine the bedroom my desk the same shade as the delicate stripes on an orchid petal my sister’s face a bush of lilacs as i examine my reflection in the mirror i find out that my appearance is the same as her’s the entire day i am surrounded by hundreds of hues of purple who knew there were so many? i give up halfway through my classes the amethyst jewel of my screen causing my head to pound i burrow under the covers blackberry jam icicles clinging to the window pane i sleep once again yet as i close my eyes all i see is the dreaded color of wishes lacking the subtle excitement of finding a new shade and the increasing dullness of the entire world merging into one blur the next morning my sister drags me out of bed saying you were acting weird yesterday but i am not listening for the sun is a brilliant burst of glowing yellow the clouds are softly painted white the sky is a landscape of pure blue and i scoop my sister into a hug my face pressed into her espresso waves i announce you were right.
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