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To my knowledge, this dessert is empty. That’s why I smile and spread my arms wide as I walk barefoot in the warm hot sand. There is a cactus, small and round, the closer you get to it the more it hurts, but that’s ok because that’s life. And in the sky is the beautiful sun as it shines down at me, it smiles at me, it showers me with bright yellow raindrops that splash against the sand in plumbs of daisies. And as I run through the yellow rain with my arms outstretched, I can feel the grass grow under my feet, and my smile grows wide as I begin to laugh, my head thrown back and close my eyes and laugh.

When my eyes open, all around me is green and from behind the trees peaks a face of a girl I once knew, and she is smiling. I wave her over and her smile grows and her eyes beam and to me she runs. The yellow rain falls and she ducks under it, her cloths wet from the rain. She laughs and I laugh and we smile and look to the sky and open our mouths to catch the sun.

And from behind the trees I see the face of a boy I once knew, he peaks out nervously. The girl runs over to him and takes him by the hands and pulls him out despite his protests, and when he feels the suns rain drops his skin lights up and his eyes open wide and he smiles, he can’t help but smile. And the three of us run wet through the rain, our cloths are soaked through and our hair is wet and dripping sun beams.

Boys and girls find their way here, all of us young and all of us happy, and our grassy field is full of people willing to dance in the rain, spinning and smiling and dancing. Boys and girls jump in the air, up and down, they spin with arms open, and nobody bounces into another by accident.

And when I step on the cactus, a thorn is thrust through my foot, in one side and out the other and a stream of cherry red blood runs down to drip on the green green grass. And as each drip drops the grass wilts and dies and its soul is ejected as the green green turns dead brown and brittle. When the boys and girls see it, they do not smile, and the rain turns from yellow to black. The boys and girls cloths and skin do not shine, the black rain falls on them and runs down their skin in blue black trickles staining what it touches. And they all run away from me, and my foot bleeds life from my foot.

And on my living room couch I open my eyes and look down at my foot. A shard of glass juts through it from a beer bottle, and my eyes are stained red with pain and my pupils are dilated. And on the television is a sunny advertisement of boys and girls dancing, and I have not the will to move as the drugs course through my veins. And the blood runs red.