The Color of Pain

Adam was stuck. A way out. he though. He couldn't speak. He was dreaming, he knew, but this was still interesting. The box was red. A pure red not often seen. there was no darker red or any lighter because there was no shadow. Only the one color. Why red? He thought. A sudden sense of anger came over him. The most intense anger he had ever felt. He didn't have a reason to be angry. He realized it was the red. He closed his eyes, regaining control of his emotions. The dream was over.
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Why red? he thought.