I wake up in my room. The walls are blue. The curtains are blue. The bedsheets are blue. My mom sure likes blue.
I was never a big fan. It’s too blue.
I put on my blue clothes. I walk out of my blue room. I greet my blue dad, who is reading a blue newspaper in the kitchen. I go brush my teeth. I look at myself in the mirror.
I was never a big fan. It’s too blue.
Years pass. I apply to a university. Parents help with filling out the applications. They insist on choosing the blue layout, with my oh-so blue name.
I was never a big fan. It’s too blue.
I finally live alone. I don’t have to sleep in a blue room anymore. I don’t have to wear blue clothes anymore. I don’t have to be blue anymore.
I’m a big fan. I’m not blue.