Sometimes I dream in all Black and White…

I stretched out my arms and leapt, cat-like, out of my bed. The long carpet tickled my toes and I smiled the kind of smile you have on good mornings when nothing’s ever wrong. Even my normal, boring morning rituals seemed to have a slight glow about them that made the future seem bright.

My green eyes crinkled back at me from the mirror and my usually unmanageable black hair succumbed quickly to the brush. Oddly, I started to sing in the shower for the first time in months. When I got out and saw the ghost of a smile on my face I outright grinned and withstood the pangs of muscles suffering from disuse. I had only a hope of what could cause my good morning, but I knew it was right.

I couldn’t remember my dreams.

I smiled as my tired brain worked to figure out that that meant I hadn’t had any nightmares. I continued to get ready for the day thinking that maybe, just maybe, things were better. I had hope again.

But mostly the colors just Fade over Time