colours // yoonmin

three

[ new cover eyyy //wink wink. It doesn't fit the book theme but its cool so ;) ]

y e l l o w ;
My eyes fluttered open a tad too early on a Saturday morning. After a couple of minutes twisting and turning on my bed trying to look for sleep, I finally give up and sit up, legs folded. I squint at the clock that sits across my room, on my work desk, and read the blue glowing numbers. 4.58AM.

It's not even daybreak yet, for god's sake, I muttered to no one in particular. But I'm already almost completely awake so I head downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of Milo to deliver the finishing blow to kick start my productivity.

I carry my drink back upstairs, grabbing a small packet of cashews on the way, and set them on my desk. I pull the window up and manoeuvre through the small gap carefully. My foot taps the roof gingerly, testing the footing before letting my feet carry my whole weight. I turn back to face the window, stretch my arms to grab my mug and cashews, and set them on the sill.

Finally, I sit on the roof and look off into the horizon where the sun was slowly making its way up and into the blue skies, making itself known to the world. They say the sky was perfection, a dazzling array of colours, ever-changing and always on display, complementing the scenery it surrounded, no matter if it was a war-torn city, a jungle or an oasis ; It always intensifies the aura. So when blue is the only thing that tinted the canvas-like sky, it only makes the blue neighbourhood seem lonelier. Especially at sunrise.

Sunrise is when the sky is a mixture of yellows, oranges, blues and hints of pink, a whole spectrum of colours, or at least that is what they described it to be. It was supposed to be special, when the warmth of the sun collided with the cold night and colours blended together harmoniously to signal the start of the day, something people see enough significance in to wake up a little earlier to watch.

But it is just another sky to me because all I see is blue and cottony clouds of white. That is all the sky is during morning, afternoon, sunset, evening, midnight. Just blue, differing in shade, saturation, sometimes tint, but overall still an ugly boring blue.

That is only one of the reasons why I hate this neighbourhood.

I cup my hands around my mug, trying to absorb as much heat as possible, and bring it to my lips, blowing softly before taking a sip, allowing the warm liquid to travel down my throat. I hum to myself the song of the grey man that had surfaced to the top of my mind as it always does, while I try to admire the sunrise. Though it isn't as special as it is to me than it is to others, it still brought a sense of clarity, an eye of the storm-ish kind of calm that I can't fathom. But I rather not dwell on it, and rather drown myself in it. You've just got to enjoy the small things in life, live with fish-eye lenses every once in a while. Focus on the good things. Blur the edges.

My eyes start to burn and I pry my eyes off it. I shut it to keep the water that had been welling up on my waterline. I blink twice to test if my eyes had completely recovered before opening them once again to stare at the bluish white glowing ball of light in the distance.

And then goosebumps. Goosebumps cover my skin like the plague and a shiver runs down my spine. When something isn't quite right, my mind makes an effort to make sure I know. It ranges from a foreboding pit in my stomach to full-on panic attacks.

I look right, facing my window - nothing - then behind - just trees - then to the front - the sun - before my eyes finally rolls to the left, where the Min house is. And I wish I didn't listen to my mind because what I saw caused my heart, which had stopped at the blood-curdling sight, to beat off my chest almost instantaneously after, as I almost jumped off my seat, and gravity, with its unforgiving hands, almost pulled me down from the roof to the rough granite below.