Day 2: Write 250 words inspired by the color of the walls of the room you're in.

Day 2! There's so many people doing this challenge, it makes me so happy that we're working together :3 Just know that If I can write a story on a prompt, I probably will. I like doing that. Also this felt a bit like word vomit, but I'm still getting into it. I timed this it took about 10 minutes for the first run, and then I completely changed it like twice. So I dunno whats happening, but its fantasy related.

~Blaze

Thought

Gray. A sick, gray color darker than the color of speckled eggs but lighter than the pure gray of her outfit covered the walls around her. What confused her was the one wall, right of the door, covered in a dark blue that was so out of place she almost didn't notice it. Was it there to comfort her? A slightly lighter color than the monotonous gray that filled the rest of her life? Whatever it was, it wasn't working. She could see the paint chipping off of a portion of the blue wall, revealing the ugly gray color beneath. It brought a slight quirk to her lips.

"Good morning, Anna. You seem to be in a good mood today." The white coat said cheerfully. Her blue eyes turned and locked onto his form. She shrugged slowly. I guess being inquisitive is different than my usual passive state. She projected.

"Yes, quite. Do you know if there is a reason for this emotion?" He asked eagerly, pen poised over his clipboard ready to take notes on what was to come.

She shrugged, a long lock of brown hair escaping from the band that held her hair back. It fell in front of her face, and she took a moment to focus her attentions on it. After a few seconds she looked back up at him.

Today just feels... different. ....... Good. The long pause in her thoughts were filled by the scratching of his pen. Anna had long since figured out that normal humans couldn't hear their pens, only something obvious like pencils on paper. She however could hear it clearly, a simple sound at the edge of her attention. Not annoying or tiresome. Just there.

"Do you have any idea why it feels good? Perhaps you have a memory of today that makes it special?" She skimmed dismissively over his crow's feet and genially wrinkled face, moving towards his unassuming brown orbs and always quirky smile.

No. Short, sweet, and never the answer he was looking for. It was always amusing to see his brief breaks from happiness, the way his lips pursed into a frown or brows scrunched in anger.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?" She shook her head, but her mind was already being pulled back into that fateful moment when she had woken up, when a sharp pain had entered her mind and thousands of snippets of emotions had ravaged her body, bringing with them the foreign feel of hope that she hadn't even known that she could feel.

There was only so long she could keep lying, but she was confused and they weren't helping. She was scared. Her mind felt as sluggish as the gray on the walls and she knew that any words from them wouldn't help.

"If there is anything you need, anything you can always ask. We are here for you." He reassured fruitlessly.

I know. She told him. As he gathered his papers and motioned towards a man holding her first needles and medications for the day, her eyes drifted back to the blue and she could hold her tongue no longer.

Thank you. She projected. And she granted him her first, brilliant smile.