Since I don’t think I explained it correctly last chapter, let me clarify: Lily sees every flower blue, but at the same time she knows which colour it really is. For example, she sees a blue rose, but instantly knows it’s a yellow rose. If asked which colour it is, she’ll say blue (her hallucinations are in shades from white to a dark blue, almost black) but if she were to draw the flower, she’ll use the real colour. I’ll put the real colour of the flower in square parentheses if I know I won’t be able to make Lily say it.
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I sat on the couch as I drew the beautiful blue orchid I saw at the entrance of my house. Today was very cold, so dad gave me a warm blanket and was preparing me some hot chocolate, even if he was busy. He and mother were talking in the kitchen with Ashley, who came to visit us a merry christmas. I found it a bit strange, it was still a long way before christmas, I think.
During the past seven days (which I discovered was how many days were in a week!) I spent a lot of time with mom and dad going around town while holding hands, buying cute clothes and undergarments, visiting the zoo and lunapark and watching films at the cinema while eating popcorns. Mother cooked various delicious things for me, which she said were quite healthy and useful for my recovery. Still, every day I had to make various exercises, like jogging, lifting weights and stretching, and also visit Ashley.
When I first came back home, it felt so familiar and yet so different that I was disoriented. The only thing that hadn’t changed a bit was my room, or so mom said. Even though I had my own room, I’ve only been sleeping in the big bed with mom and dad, they were the ones to ask me to do so, but frankly, I didn’t want to sleep alone. I was sure I’d remember john. Olly said to forget about John and Carl, she said some guy called S. Tate already took care of them and that I’ll never see them again.
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I paid a visit to Olly yesterday, dad brought me to her house. It was really big! It had a spacious kitchen which also doubled as a dining room, two bedrooms, one with a big bed, like the one in mom and dad’s room, while the other was half the first’s size. The guest room, how Olly called it, was quite clean with everything being in order, but it lacked that personal touch you’d feel in other people’s rooms. Other than a big brown wardrobe and a white bedside table with a metallic-coloured lamp on it, there was only the gray bed and pillow along with a medium-sized window that showed the backyard.
Olly’s room was quite messy. The dull magenta coloured blanket over the bed was still tangled and all over the place over the mattress. Some clothes were on the floor and a door of the white wardrobe (which occupied an entire wall) was open. There was an identical bedside table on each side of the bed, both an aquamarine green, with a vibrant green lamp, along three books, on one and some photos and knick-knacks, along with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, on the other. Gray curtains hid a big window behind, this one offering a better view of the garden in the backyard.
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