1:33 AM
"Why are there never
Enough brown M&Ms
In the bag?"
She asked.
Laying her legs across me.
Waiting, like I knew all the answers.
I rubbed my hands across my face.
Doomed to a night.
Answering ridiculous questions.
"The colors make the
M&Ms more attractive."
I responded.
"So brown isn't attractive?
Because I think it is."
Of course she did.
She was always the different one.
"I never said it wasn-"
I began to make my arguement.
Before she cut me off.
"What's your favorite color?"
She asked wiggling her tiny toes.
In front of me.
"Blue."
More like.
The blue in her eyes.
"Do you have a
Favorite color?"
I gazed into those blue pools.
"Growing up
I never chose
A favorite color
Because I thought
All the other colors
Would get mad at me."
I stared at her.
And that little smirk she had.
When she knew she had shocked me again.
"But if I had to choose
I would choose orange.
Because it's boom! In your face."
She said laughing.
And I smiled.
Because it made me smile.
Orange seemed fitting.
She was spontaneous.
After all.
And she could do anything.
