On a royal blue day I feel like I am king. I wear a long velvet robe and sit on a throne under the stars.
Green, oh, Green! Green days make me want to sleep on a bed of seaweed and hop from lily pad to lily pad.
Brown is gooey. It’s like the inside of my grandmother’s cookies, fresh-baked from the oven.
On a white day my mind is blank as a piece of paper. I keep daydreaming about the clouds outside the classroom window.
Neon pink is the color of my aunt’s nail polish. She puts it on every Saturday afternoon before her boyfriend picks her up.
Yellow is the color of butternut squash, sunflowers, and an old person’s teeth.
I’m bleeding. Red is plopping and splattering onto the floor below me.
On a black day I frown and scowl at everyone I meet. My heart is full of tears that drip, drip, drip.
Orange makes me think of the boiling, sweaty sun that rises in the big, desert sky.
Gray days make me want to curl up in bed and sleep. They make me feel like a black and white picture that’s been smudged or a thick sheet of ashes after a fire.
(based on the children’s book My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss)