Everything was too loud.
Too bright. Too dark. Too quiet.
She didn't like it.
There were all these sounds in her head that didn't belong to her. They were all crying and screaming and she wanted them to stop. And sometimes they would, just for a little bit. Everything would stop and all she'd see was green.
( But not a sick green or a bad green. A warm green.)
Can green be warm?
Yes.
It felt like a hug. It was a safe green.
But then she couldn't see it anymore. It was gone and everything was too bright again.
Too dark.