Fantasy story, "Colors"
I feel odd, not like my usual self. Something is different; I cannot put my finger on it. I think for a few minutes. I look inside myself. I do not like what I see. I am an empty shell, I just sit here. I occupy space for others. I close my eyes and just breathe. I breathe for one minute, two minutes and three minutes. Just maybe, just maybe I am mistaken. Maybe I am not an empty, rotten cavern. I peek again. I whisper “Hello?” My own timid voice echoeslightly back. Is that really my own voice? This is scary. What is going on? Where am I? A better question would be; WHO THE HELL IS THIS?
odd (adj.) = แปลก
cannot put one's finger on something
= ไม่สามารถอธิบายได้
mistaken (adj.) = เข้าใจผิด
rotten (adj.) = เน่าเปื่อย, เลวร้าย
cannot put one's finger on something
= ไม่สามารถอธิบายได้
mistaken (adj.) = เข้าใจผิด
rotten (adj.) = เน่าเปื่อย, เลวร้าย
