the meadow

The colors of joy should have been flooding into the dining room but the room still lay dark and glum with not a trace of the colors of joy. It had been like this for months now no enchanting colors in the world, instead, the colors of a faded snapshot from an old colorless Camera. She puts down her cup of tea that she knew was supposed to be red but she had not seen color for so long so her mind was losing the memory of the color red. She walks out of the room feeling letdown seeing the same color pallet as she had seen for months. She stuck her head out of the window wishing that the sun would fall on her skin. Just for a moment. Just a kiss of that intalksicating  yellow sun that she used to love. Love like a friend or a parent. She reached her hand up to try to feel the burn of the sun on her hand that only felt coldness. But all of this yurning fun sun was not given to her. Not a kiss or a burn for the sun. She was met with darkness and cold all she had known for so long. She closed her eyes and pulled her head back into the room she couldn't bear to see another beauty turned grey. There was a meadow of green grass that was always soft with dandelions that were blown out by little blows laced with hope before hope disintegrated like everything does. Vanished into the abyss for the spirits that linger beyond the safety of hope. Where were thoughts  and wishes now? Were they lingering over her like that blue vail she wore on her wedding Where were the green and white Dandelions? They were probably in that same colorless meadow bearded underneath the mounds of colorless  darkness. If she had a dandelion she knew what she would wish for. She would wish for color. The hope that color casts upon the world before the world turns to a grey scale where everything is cold and taken from you. She wished she could have color back in her life. She couldn't wait for color anymore for the world to become bright again. She was an orphan without color. Alone on her own, nothing to cheer her up and console her. She was made to face her childrens disappearance on her own, everything she loved being stolen from her. Color was the one thing she needed. She needed her parents. She was a child crying out in the night. The colorless night  tormented her until the yellow light flooded the room, calming and cooing her down. The color helped her through the night embracing her as its own. She knew that she couldn't live another day in the darkness, a limited pallet, that did not improve the picture of life. Instead ruining her life. She knew that she had to bring light back to her life. Even if she could only enjoy it for a second. She knows how to restore color now she will suffocate if she can't have color. She goes to her closet that she had not opened for a long time full of closets that were vibrant that she used to wear everyday. Npw she just wears the same black dress that was always black but she couldn't keep wearing a black dress if she wanted color in her life. She pulls the doors open and she sees her old clothes, her old life when everyday was a joy and life was a kaleidoscope of hope, and color. She lets her hands touch the fabrics. The silk shirts and crepe skirts that were her uniform. And then she see it the last dress on the left. She takes a moment not rushing to the dress. She takes a moment to admire the beauty. She knows The dress is a yellow organza with orange poppies around it increasing the neck. She rips the black dress off and pulls on the yellow. And all the memories flood her body, memories that she though we're far gone and had left her long ago. This dress was the one she had worn when the color disappeared. She swallows, not letting more sorrow fill her body. She wants the dress to become yellow. She stands up the dress giving her strength. Whispering into her ear “ you can do this”. She rushes to the door pulling it open feeling the cold air on her skin. But she doesn't shy away from it, she walks strength into it. She averted her eyes from the grey, she closed her eyes and walked. She knows the way and can walk blind without her eyes. She stops when she knows that she is near. Her eyes flutter open the wings of a butterflies. She is in the meadow that was once so colorful and held so many memories. She touches the grass. It is dead underneath her fingertips. It is so jarring that she is tempted to go back inside but she doest dare. It takes her a moment but she finds what she came for. A small Dandelionis there glowing with the faintest amount of green. Its color and the only hope that she needs. She plucks the plant and some green leaves the stem. She has to make her wish soon or the dandelion will become colorless. I wish she says in her head. I wish that my children will come back to me. She lets her eyes close and she blows. A small breath comes out. So she blows harder. And harder until the stem feels light in her hand. She openes her eyes. The world is still. The dandelion is still as well but ever so slowly green appears in the grass. It grows and becomes more noticeable until the sky becomes blue again. With every moment color COLOR comes back to the world. She looks down and her dress is yellow and orange. And then she hears the sound of a bell and she sees the shadows first. Her children have found her.

                                   The End