Blue. Or maybe sort of a deep violet, like when the sun is setting in the desert sky. Yeah. That’s how she feels. Not quite sad or depressed. Just kind of in the feels of it all with a touch of alone sprinkled with a fine dusting of “damn, I wish the sun would come back.”
She goes through the motions of her day. Mundane tasks that, in all honesty, anyone can do but doesn’t. She starts the laundry and then washes the dishes. She flips the load to the dryer and starts another load of wash. Then back to the kitchen to make dinner. Her kids are uninterested in learning to cook anymore, so she skips asking for their assistance and watches a British crime show series on her smartphone with the Bluetooth headset.
Her family trickles in around dinner time. Two or three of the teens discuss whatever game or meme or viral video they all have in common this week. One engages with her about his day and her day for as long as it takes to inhale a meal without chewing. He clears his plate. One daughter has already gone to bed and her husband is engrossed in international news.
She cleans up and readies the coffee pot for tomorrow morning. By the time she gets to bed, her husband is already snoring. Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe tomorrow she’ll feel pink or orange. But tonight it’s still a deep violet blue.