Green
Green. Green. Green.The color of nature. The color of vomit. The color of the Irish. The color of summer. The color of my favorite shirt.
No, wait
I have a favorite shirt?
I have a favorite shirt.
It's a sweater. It has sleeves that stretch past my fingertips, and it falls almost to my knees. It's too big for me and I love it. It's the color of moss in the woods - of algae on an old log - of wilting plant stems.
Where is my favorite shirt? I want to wear it.
I can't find it.
It isn't anywhere. Where am I? Where is it?
It's in my closet. It should be in my closet. Why isn't it in my closet? Where is my closet? Why can't I find my closet?
I smell pine.
No, I don't.
My closet isn't here.
I am not here.
I'm confused.
I'm dreaming.
I want to wear my sweater. I have to wake up so I can wear my sweater.
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SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO GOOD !!
It is literally my favorite short story I've EVER read. SERIOUSLY!!!