a thousand emotions flowed through her
each more powerful and overwhelming than the last
her husband told her to wait, told her that she’d have to accept it for now
her subservient nature complied
but her heart, her mind, and her soul didn’t
the sun was warm and golden
lighting the sheer curtains
giving the room an aurulent glow
saturating her frame with amber
she stared at the walls
a ghastly indigo and an appalling maroon
completely barren of any substance or reality
she hated it
she knew what she had to do
she gathered the paint
“mauve”, she called it
she was done with waiting
the sun was gone now
replaced with the white glow of the moon
she stared at the walls once again
but this time, with pride
inspired by my literature teacher's story about how she repainted her walls.