Kaleidoscope

 Sunrays pierce my eyes as I wake up to an alarm ring. 0730 in the morning. I sigh and the first thing I do is close the curtains. I'll regret buying white curtains everytime I wake up like this with 6 hours of cranky sleep and just no rest with my day unfolding like sand slipping through my fingers.

I like brushing my teeth with lights off so that I don't get another attack on my pretty eyes. As I fash my face and freshen up, I reach for my towel and clean up. Then I go back to my room to wear my glasses as the world is all blur before me without it.

I pick up my phone and was about to open my notes app for another to do list to work on, when I suddenly notice a red hue forming on my white bass guitar. Where is this light coming from, because I absolutely don't keep anything red around me unless its utterly necessary. Red's a danger color, you know.

So when I look behind to check my room for the light, I nearly jump out of my desk stool and my hands instantly clutch onto my chest as if I could hold my heart from coming straight out of my skin.

The curtains have turned red...

Didn't I mention they were white just a few seconds ago? I bought them white because mom told it makes the room brighter with my eye power not able to adjust with even two tubelights in this 11×9 feet room. I scurried over to my curtain jumping over the bed, and I touch the fabric to see if its really the real damn red.

And another thing happens which nearly killed me this morning. The curtain suddenly turns white again. Oh my god. What the hell is happening? My mind runs freak fast to get all this conundrum unfolding on this dawn. I dart to my bathroom and I notice my white towel has also turned blue. What the.....

My hands run through my hairs in utter frenzy. Me being a total dramatic person for even small things don't fit to suffer this nonplussed fuck from universe. Then slowly as I try to calm the down to think clearly and nonchalantly place my hand on my hips in thoughtful gesture, I notice my baby pink pants turning grey.

Then it hits me ever so subtly, that the things I'm touching are slowly taking colors. But colors.....of my own feelings! Since I'm feeling confused, my pants turned grey! When I was angry this morning and slammed the curtains closed, they turned red! And my face towel when I felt relaxed and cool about freshening up, turned blue! OH MY GOD!

I jump like a freak when I realize that this is the shit this universe is playing on me now. Let's fucking go!

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It's been a month since I've realized this new power of mine. Maybe people experience this or not, I don't really know. But I have it, I'm glad, and I refrain from telling anyone about it. What if this straddle me and cut my stomach to look inside what's giving me these colors? No way. I shake my hand.

I've been strolling for 15 minutes in this park near my house. As I decide to take a rest, I sit on a bench I find closest. I take out my phone and start working on a song lyric, my ever fulfilling job.

Sometime later, a guy comes and sits on the bench I am on. When I look up to see him, he's breathtakingly beautiful. So I decide to start up a conversation I know I am so freaking good at.

"Yo, whats up, man? What's your name?" I say casually pulling my Harry Potter cap down to show my cool.

The boy seemed startled at first but his face instantly broke into a sweet smile and he pulled his hand forward. "Hi, I'm Juan. Nice to meet you." Oh spanish!

"I'm Marilyn. Nice to meet you too." But as we shake hands, I notice his skin didn't change any color.

I've touched myself for when I fash my face or when I apply cream, it changes instantly from yellow to blue to green and so on. So I know I can change skin colors. But how come he didn't? I suddenly feel too cold.

I get up instantly for the quickly reactive ass I am. "I need to take the restroom. I'll be back in a minute." I smile and scamper off. While I hold myself for a bit longer in the bathroom, I try to comprehend what was this? Why did my magic didn't work on him? Though people get scared and run away whenever something like this happens and that was exactly my plan by shaking hands with him. He looked too cool to be not afraid of anything. My mischief definitely wanted to break it. But why? I make up my mind to confront him again. Even though my gut feels a little off.

But when I go back to the bench, I see that Juan isn't here. I ask the people around us, strolling or going about enjoying there evening, about the boy who sat with me. And their answer shook the earth out of me.

"What boy? We didn't see anyone sitting with you dear." Similar responses were heard from the many people who would've definitely noticed Juan sitting with me since we weren't so secluded while they sat or strolled right before us.

My mind still goes on about this incident as I make my way back to my apartment. For another subtle example of this magic, I touch the wall lining my apartment and it instantly changed to grey before coming back to its original pale yellow after a minute.

I still have my powers. Then why didn't he change? I try to brush that off thinking maybe my powers don't work on everyone when my eye falls on a poster right beside our gate. It seemed old and very lost among many others sticking around it. But it seemed familiar for one reason.

It was a picture of Juan with...RIP written under it. It was a memorabilia of his residence in this apartment. Right in the room where I live. Two years ago...