>It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch
>You looked up at your sky then
>That made blue be your color, you had your knife there with you too
>When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes
>Your hands were sticky
>You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green
>Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this
>You were already getting nervous again
>Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up
>Your head was almost empty
>It always hurt you when you woke up like this
>You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk
>Waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you
>You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it
>If God is our Father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin
>Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
>You got to your car and tried all the doors
>They were locked. it was a red car and it was new
>There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat
>Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods
>You began to walk towards them
>Now red was your color and, of course
>Those little people out there were yours too