Brief lapse in judgement, she closed her eyes and studied the dark side of her household. Vibrations jiggled off power lines, streamed progress to thousands of docile smiles, tested the prowess of wrinkles which competed for folds with Crow’s feet, dimples and double-chin. Apathy belittled his purview for lacking room to recycle caffeine removed from expired Coke, but the shade of clouds and trees competed for sidewalk space too. She opened her eyes and recognized the ambivalence of switching between blinking and crying. Her tears adopted the personalities of raindrops, captured sunlight reflecting off a vanity mirror and decorated her bedroom with prism spheres and telepathically questioned, “care to share in the hallucination of a rainbow?”