She doesn’t believe in souls at all but I do. I like to think of her as mustard yellow. The homey and warm kind of yellow of old wallpaper that has more browned edges as a sign of being lived in. She’s warm and welcoming with everything including her smile. When she looks at me, I can’t seem to think at all. Yellow sometimes means to slow down but I can’t seem to help it. Her personality feels like it’s inviting me in. I only hope the invite is to her heart.