NICKELS AND DIMES

by Sarah Rediger

I had this dream: Everyone thought I was blind, but I knew I could see. I tried to explain it to them, But no one would hear me. All people have their own colors in voices, skin, the gentle touch of fingertips, and soft kisses on my chin. The colors were as real to me as sun and undershirts and my favorite marshmallows. Mommy is red with apple cheeked smiles and kisses and love. My sister is pink like bubble gum, lollipops, and ice cream. My mom-mom is yellow, warm like sunshine hugs. My Boppy is purple like blankets and pillows and stuffed velvet toys. Outside is green with flowers, trees, and soft grass. Rain is brown like dirt and the mud puddles it makes. My home is orange, bright and safe, summertime and bouncing balls. When I awoke from my dream and knew I could see, I spent hours pouring over letters and old photographs looking for new colors. The golden haired angel smiled out at me. He seemed to know what it means to really see. His colors are rich and vibrant, alive with sound and texture and emotion, a more vivid work of art than any I could imagine. It's not dark at all, just pure and whole and beautiful.