I see him in red, clouded in thick liquid like I'm watching him through water.

I stare at him and he's blurry red rain. He's soft whispers for only me to hear and gentle nips of lips, with sweat slicked hair and blood tinged edges.

I wonder if it's a memory.

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I dream in blue, soft hues that should come from the light above the bed but are too gentle and they move.

Blue that spins and twirls and dance until I'm dizzy and afraid he's going to drop me.

Who's going to drop me?

I don't remember where I am, who I am, why is it blue?

Someone is here now, their laugh is sickly, thick, coated in syrup and nothing like the laughter from before.

Before? What happened before?

Someone called my name. I love the person that called my name.

Who called my name. Why is it blue?

Thunk. Clatter. Smack. Whoosh.

Thunk. A bat to the head.

Clatter. A bat to the ground.

Smack. A body to the floor.

Whoosh. Blood.

Blood.

Blood is rushing past my ears and all I can see is blue.

What happened before this moment? What happened before it was blue?

Sobbing? No. My name?

I love the person who called my name.

Who called my name? Why is it blue?

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I wake.

He's red.