Colors

Today, and every other day this week, which is yesterday, since today is Monday, I have been a brilliant hue of fuchsia-orange, the color of my pencil, the color of the sky. The world is grand, my teacher-friend. I could just dance ‘til I died. “Jabberwocky” is the word, and the color is cyan-olive. The clock strikes sixty-four and the color is white-black. My bunny, which never existed, died tomorrow and the color is cerulean-red.