Another from our one line each exercise....
Colours, colours, all around me. They feel estranged to me.
They felt familiar like I belonged.
They danced around, almost unaware of my presence.
“They’re alive” was all I could say, “The colours are alive”
“Yes, that’s what they all say Mrs Cuckoo,” said the psychiatrist.
Then I could see the colour blue sneaking up behind him, he’ll be sorry, I thought.
“What is it?” he asked, annoyed.
“They’re going to get you!”
Then blue grabbed him from behind.
“Blue, sit!” he said, and so it did.
“Sorry, this is my dog, blue”
The psychiatrist said “Joe, there’s no dog in this room”