Blue

The silent stream of water trickles down the window. I pull my legs close to my chest as I watch the cars fly by. Down below, I see the faint outline of crowds of people headed to work.

I stand up and stretch. With a flick of my hand a SILC comes zooming up to me. SILC of course stands for “Super Intelligent Levitating Computer”. I clear my throat and say, “Blinds, please.” A quick shutter behind me says that the SILC has closed my blinds without leaving my sight. As I leave the room I glance back at the thing. It hangs patiently in the air, like a dog that’s been told to stay. I snap my fingers and the SILC whips to my side.

The living room is just outside my bedroom, and as I exit I give the space a quick glance. The navy blue couch stands in the center, facing our television. The TV is tiny, only taking up one wall. Most of my friends have a two-wall spread at least. A small bookshelf sits directly behind the couch, holding pictures of my family.

I roll my eyes as I look at the kitchen. It’s not a bad kitchen; it’s just bad that I can see it. I don’t know why my mom went with an open floor plan. A mirror is shoved in a corner to my right, looking lonely and sad. I walk up to it, hoping to give it something to live for.

I’m tall, with long, straight black hair. I’ve dyed it ever since I was young. My natural hair color is a disgusting sky blue. My skin is smooth, and a nice royal blue. My friends from Green are envious of my skin. Meanwhile I despise my classmates from Red for their gorgeous skin tones. My eyes are a bright, light blue.

I look out of the window to the left of the pathetic mirror. Here on the 15^th floor, the view is fantastic, although sometimes traffic blocks the view of the walks below.

I read once in history class that walks used to be called streets, and that cars drove on them. The idea seems strange and rather funny. Cars have been flying for as long as anyone around here can remember.