It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. Looked up at your sky, then that made blue be your color. Had your knife there with you. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Hands were sticky. Wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing? You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and rang. Your head, almost empty. It always hurt when you woke like this. You crawled 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 towards it. If God is our father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin. You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. 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 were yours too.