Orange Grass

Remember those big yellow suns you used to draw? Back when you were small and it was ok because back then you didn't know the sun was a bit whirling ball of gas. So, you drew them and you let the little bits of warmth touch- they touched everything, didn't they? The grass and the house and the smiling people...remember especially those smiley people?

Funny how the world changes. How would you colour the world now? I mean, if you really thought about it. Would the sun be setting, and your people would seem a little distant? Like they maybe wanted to be somewhere else..somewhere safer? Their grass would be a perfect shade of green. Wouldn't you be scared to make your grass purple? I mean, what if people looked at you funny because that's how you see the world?

Or maybe...just maybe, you would see people. They would be happy. Their grass is orange and polka-dotted. But they don't look concerned. They look content that the sun is a huge smiley face above them. They look like something good is going for them. They're just...they're not afraid.

What happened? Between that time when you drew those happy people and the time you drew the distant ones. The astronauts, as it were. Why did you become so very, very afraid of your own orange grass?

**Never done prose before. idk if that's even how you do it ^.^**