Color (Looking for advice)

Color (revision one)

Red Light peeks through

Slightly closed lids

 as eyes flutter

slowly open.

I peer around

Take in my surroundings

Admire fluffy clouds that streak by

In orange filled skies.

I laze upon

Dew covered lawn

Sprinkled with flowers blooming

Bright yellow,

Spread across a blanket

Of grass,

Trimmed with bright trees

Of evergreen.

My focus adjusts

On the face

Suddenly before me

Of a fragile stranger.

She holds within

Frail slender fingers

A string of yarn

Pale blue,

Matching striking eyes

Full of curiosity

And temptation.

I know without

A single word spoken

To follow the string

As she grins and hands it to me.

I know not

where it leads

as I pull myself up

onto unsteady feet

that awkwardly hold me.

They fight as if to say

 they do not want to take me

Where this string

Will lead.

I follow the yarn further

Down the line

To a house

That appears Faded and worn.

The blurred timbers

Frame an intricately carved

Indigo door

That creaked as it slowly opened.

Within the house is a kitchen,

The string seems to tangle

Around fallen cupboards

And broken chairs.

I follow every inch

And feel more uneasy

With every step

As I realize

No sound echoes around me.

I focus on the yarn;

I can feel that I am near the end.

I’m led to a table

Plain, small and round

The only clean surface

Within the room.

In the center lies

The string tied

To the handle of a cup

Painted violet.

It looks as if it is melting

From the heat of the coffee

That swirls in a hypnotizing way

That reminds me of her eyes…

For the first time

In what feels like

My whole life

I hear words:

“Drink…”

It whispers, though I know not

Who it is or how.

“Drink” it repeats “the contents of the violet cup”

The words are hypnotizing,

Drawing me in,

And so I sip sweet hot liquid

Expecting warmth upon my tongue.

I taste nothing,

Feel nothing,

Colors all around me fade

Bird song begins to enter my ears.

Light peaks through

Slightly closed lids

As eyes flutter

Slowly open,

And I realize this

Was all just a dream.