Last night I dreamed that everything was fripoly.
Fripoly, the color of an apple when you accidentally drop it.
Fripoly, the color of a face that is gasping for breath.
Fripoly, the color of the sky after a sunset.

Last night I dreamed that everything was mellonorge.
Mellonorge, the color of the first bite of sweet honey dew.
Mellonorge, the color of the first day of spring.
Mellonorge, the color of a rain drop as it slides down my car window.

Last night I dreamed that everything was spizzalini.
Spizzalini, the color of the beads of water on washed grapes.
Spizzalini, the color of a kiss goodbye.
Spizzalini, the color of the shadow on the wall.

Last night I dreamed that everything was prads.
Prads, the color of a lemon after squeezing it to make lemonade.
Prads, the color of my face after I bite my tongue.
Prads, the color of a plastic bag being carried with the wind.

Last night I dreamed that everything was ethiby.
Ethiby, the color of a cherry that is not yet ripe.
Ethiby, the color of your face after running a race.
Ethiby, the color of my hand holding yours.

Last night I dreamed that everything was cughalan.
Cughalan, the color when you peel a banana.
Cughalan, the color of a mother’s face when her baby takes its first steps.
Cughalan, the color of our breaths when we exhale on a cold day.

Last night I dreamed that everything was osarfi.
Osarfi, the color of the juice from an orange that drips down my face.
Osarfi, the color of my chapped lips.
Osarfi, the color of a dog cuddling in its owner’s lap.