Synesthesia

Purple

Josh sat up in bed. He couldn't sleep. He woke up at three in the morning, it was now six in the morning.
He picked up his phone and texted Chris.

Josh: Are you awake?

Chris: Yeah, what's up?

Josh: I can't sleep.

Chris: Why?

Chris: What's wrong?

Josh: I have a weird feeling...

Josh: It's almost like red pink coral, but not quite...

Chris: ???

Josh: It's hard to explain...

Chris: Wanna come to the treehouse later? We can talk about whatever's going on.

Josh: Okay. I'd like that.

Chris: Alright, see ya later!

Josh: Lol bye.

Josh put the phone down, and thought for a moment. Then decided to shrug off the feeling, and go back to sleep.

"Josh! Wake up!" he heard Cody's voice, and felt himself being shook violently.
Josh sat up, rubbing his eyes and fixing his messy hair.
"Mom and I are going to the store, okay? We will be back in a little bit," Cody said.
Josh nodded. Cody and him didn't have a dad, just a mom.
He watched as Cody left the room, and heard the front door shut. He watched his mother's car leave the driveway through his window.

Then Josh stood up, forgetting all about his plans with Chris.
Since he was already fully clothed, he headed to the kitchen to eat something.

After he ate, he went back to his bedroom. Unsure of what to do, so he just decided to draw some butterflies to pass the time.
He loved drawing butterflies, he loved mixing and swirling the colors on their wings. He loved drawing the different shapes and sizes of the wings, and how he made no two look the same. He loved everything about butterflies.

After he had filled the page with the magnificent creatures, he heard the smoke alarm go off.
He got up, ran to the living room, and gasped. Bright orange flames lined the walls. He stood there in a trance. He watched as the flames shot across the walls, swallowing the paint. He didn't move, only watched, amazed by how quickly the fire spread. Not even noticing how the dark smoke was suffocating him.
Or how he was being badly burned by these amazing flames.