sketch two
When I woke up, the world was inverted. My red walls had turned green and my white ceiling black.
I saw someone new in the bathroom mirror. His skin was blue, as if he had been beaten all over. His hair was a strange, sickly grey. I realized after a few moments that it was me.
The grass outside was neon purple, the sun a giant blacklight.
I went through my day as normal. I thought that something would be done. Perhaps the government would step in, or a scientific committee would discover the cause and announce it to the world. No announcement came. No statement was made.
I walked around the city after work looking for familiar faces, but all the people just blended together, an endless sea of unnatural blue.
I looked up into the white night. The black stars twinkled like carpenter ants crawling across the sky.
