“What color? Blue. I dream in blue.”
“You answered that disturbingly fast.” I said.
“It was a silly, needlessly abstract question.” She offered.
“Just trying to make conversation.”
“No….you were trying to be all edgy-arty-avant guard again. I told you, you don’t need to do that. It doesn’t suit you. You are who you are.”
“I’m not trying to be anything but me.” I said.
She took a long drag of her milkshake. “If you say so.”
“I say so.”
She took another long drag and set down the cup. I felt her touch my hand. It was slightly cold and wet from the condensation but still, layered in that sensation was warmth. It was a present, but indistinct warmness.
“Don’t get irritated,” She said, “It if means anything….I really do dream in blue.”




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