Julia

Minutes earlier

Looking up from where I sat on the floor, my lips moved slowly, trying to form the name. “Mad-i-son.”

I knew that name, yet my thoughts were easily distracted. With each blink of my eyelids, colors glistened from the bathroom lights.

A prism cast from each bulb with all the colors of the rainbow. Such as the aurora borealis dancing across the night sky, these colors danced over the walls, reflecting from ...