“What color is your car?” I asked, pulling my hands down from his neck and mine. “Black.” Of course. “When I remember the colors in my head,” I remarked, “I get a feeling sometimes. Pink is how I feel now. My stomach doing somersaults and laughing. Giddy. Squirrelly…” I slid off him and into the passenger side seat. “I don’t know what I feel when I picture black, though. Nothing, really, I guess.” “That sounds like a challenge.” I smiled to myself. “You scared me, I scared you, now it’s your turn again.”
