This feeling behind the eyelids is new but bright and vibrant and of course it is loud.
At 5am it is rich to the touch.
It feels and looks like glitter and confetti and all of the fun things* thrown over an outpouring of oil pastels (deep reds, greens, and yellows) on a violently violet resin table top.
And you lose your love for lucidity.
*(you know, those things that are only fully noticed for their physical worth after the lights have turned back on and they are on the floor)
