Chapter 8: Interlude 3
Pink wiggled her bare toes. Watching the small, squat little digits wiggle and seemingly happily wave at her in the dark as she did so. And yes, she was happy. Wasn't she? Her pigtails were happy, her feet were happy. She was happy.
She liked it here. Here it was safe and warm.
Perhaps she had found her home and she didn't even know it?
"Indigo sounds very similar to Violet." Anthony commented softly, laying on the bed with her. At about 3 am, by which time they had reached Blue, he had laid his head down on the pillow of his bed. Tired. "Each quiet, almost shy people, if they aren't involved in something they love." He explained.
Pink could tell she was keeping him awake. And she felt perhaps she really should let him sleep. But so far he hadn't protested and said it was time to go. So she stayed, feeling tired also but enjoying their talk more.
And that was the important thing, Pink felt deep inside her. That she was tired too.
It was okay to keep someone up past their bed time for a while, to drag them away from their dozing and dreams, so long as you returned the favour. If they were tired and making an effort to stay up to be with you past their bedtime, you should ensure you did the same for them also, to pay them back. That you stayed up past your bedtime to be with them every so often.
That's what a friendship was all about. Each giving, because the other one was so dear to them.
"Well, yes." Pink considered, the image of a rainbow forming in her head. She could see the colors, all aligned in a row. Of Indigo and Violet all the way at the end of the Spectrum, with her and Red and Canary Yellow right at the beginning.
"Boisterous.." Pink said aloud, thinking about this, "That was a word that had been used once to describe us, Red and Yellow and Pink. Think of the Spectrum like.. a line. An ordered line where all of us colors are marching along through the street, in a procession. We three, Red, Canary and myself are all the way out in front, shouting and squealing and laughing. Cart wheeling and running and tagging. Me twirling a baton as we march. While Violet and Indigo are over following at the end of the color spectrum. Smiling and talking softly with each other, watching us three as we lead the way. Us three extraverts all the way."
Anthony was silent for a little bit after this. Pink laying down on the bed, her head at the end where Anthony's feet resided since the other pillowed end was already occupied by Anthony's head.
Pink looked up at the ceiling, in the darkness, listening to the night time sounds that surrounded the room. It was difficult to make out the ceiling, as the darkness covered it completely. But she knew it was there. Even though she couldn't see it. Once again she had stepped into Anthony's world, hadn't she?
"Pink.." Anthony said eventually, sleepily, his voice carrying gently from the other end of the bed. A place so close, yet a world away.
"Yes?" Pink responded, wiggling her toes again as she looked up at the ceiling still. Gazing at the starless night in this place of lost things.
"What are the three colors again that lead the spectrum again?" he asked softly, sounding as though sleep was leading him away.
"Red, Yellow and Pink of course." Pink said, from back at the other end of the bed. Closing her eyes also. Wanting to remember the moon.
"Yes, that's what I thought you said."