I knew I was dreaming. How?
One: I was spinning around in small seat with an umbrella over us attached to the center spinning motor by a metal arm.
Two: A sound of what I remember is joy escaped from the other riders as we spun faster. I even caught that sound in my own throat.
And Three: Everything was in color.
I hadn’t seen color like that since I was five. Now all I see is a vast void of black and white that shifts in my blind gaze.
Oh how I miss laughing.
Word count: 95
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