The Color of Wisdom

Sky was dreaming. The box was blue and it was her favoritist blue that she had ever seen. It was such a clean, pure blue. Just looking at it made her feel smarter, wiser even. Sky took a step toward a wall feeling that here was some fascinating world on the other side. Some heaven, waiting for her exploration, but she lacked the courage to touch the wall for fear of what might happen to that beautiful blue. She loved it becuse she felt like heaven when looking at it. Sky sat down and admired the color before she awoke.