Chapter 1: Blue
I looked at my royal blue wall in my dressing room.
When I think of anything blue, I automatically think of the ocean.
When I start to think of the ocean, I think of the beach.
When I think of the beach, I think of the sand.
When I think of the sand, I think of people laying out on towels.
When I think of people laying out on towels, I think of umbrellas.
When I think of umbrellas I think of rain.
When I think of rain, I think cars driving in the rain.
When I think of driving in the rain, I think of staying inside, playing card games.
When I think of playing card games, I think of hearts.
When I think of hearts, I think of the person mine already belongs to.
When I think of Sonny Monroe, I think of something else blue.
The dress she wore tonight, the first time I kissed her.