There it is! Home. In front of me stood…a casino. The bright lights blinded me but kept pulling me closer. Home. Home, it was.

Walking inside, it felt like I recognized everyone and they recognized me. We didn’t know each other, but we knew why we were here…to live like there was no tomorrow. We would spend all of our savings and sell everything we had on us, but no. We didn’t know each other. We were each other. We were struggling. We were unhappy. We were addicted. We were family.

We had no place to go but home. Home is where we are the most happy. Home is where time doesn’t pass. Home is where the inevitable struggle is delayed. Home is where we all want to be. Home, at the casino.

I run down the street towards my favorite cafe. I had gotten caught in the rain, gradually growing into a storm. The rain soaked my hair and clothes as my shoes squelched between quickened steps.

Tension falls from my shoulders as I reach the door. People sit, chatting and dining as if the world outside didn’t exist.

I head to the bathroom quickly as my shoes squeak on the gorgeous, wood floors. Reaching the bathroom, I finally see myself in the mirror. Makeup running, hair stuck to my forehead with the appearance of a drowned rat.

I attempt to squeeze myself under the hand dryer, hoping to dry enough to where my jeans are no longer glued to my legs.

Getting as dry as I can, I head back and sit in the closest seat available. I look around, taking in the coziness, feeling the warmth from the small heater placed behind me.

Waking up in constant darkness always sparked unease in me. I wanted to see. I wanted to see color. I wanted to see faces. I wanted to see myself.

The soreness in my body awakes as I blindly reach for my alarm clock. The alarm’s screeching welcomes the beginning of a migraine. Slamming my hand down on the clock’s button, I welcome silence.

Removing myself from the bed, I shift slightly. My feet searching the cold wood for my cozy slippers. I always wondered what they looked like. Were they gray? Maybe brown? Even pink? What about the floor? I learned my colors in school like everyone does. I just have yet to see them.

They say that the grass is green and that the sky is blue, but what do green and blue take after? Does grass smell green? Does rain smell blue?