Colors. Blue, green, yellow, and white. They'll dance in the sky with pixies and fairies, and tiny green men with their suits too tight.
Now, Clari was never into the weird but she sure saw those things every night. The morning, too. People said she was silly.
Not silly at all.
Clari would slip out of her bedroom window and stare up at the sky. To see what others couldn't.
Humans were under glass, one that aliens looked through when they were ready to play. Because glitter and rainbows covered their funny little planet. Clari only would wave. And obey.
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The Thoughts Of A Wandering Mind
Short StoryAn Anthology. This is filled with shorts and dabbles, all inspired by story prompts found on Wattpad. ••|| Genres may vary
