My blood, bright red, courses through my veins as I feel my passion rising
Waking up to the orange kitten hopping on our feet
He is next to me, but I know that the yellow sunlight peeking through the blinds will only keep him here for so long.
The light turns green, and I speed off, ready to run away from the familiar streets
Away from the endless sea of blue shirts with shouts of enthusiasm screaming from their chests
I drive and the time ticks by and the sky begins to turn a deep shade of indigo
I can feel my face turning violet as I forget to take a breath.
Just for today.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Roy G. Biv.”