She moved with the light across the floor.
Hoping that the light would play off of her as it had the prism in her room.
She wanted so much to be the source from which color came to life.
She wanted to shine red love over her mother.
And blue calm over her father.
She danced through the house.
Through each room.
Swaying through the kitchen where her parents fought.
She slowed time with her imagination and quieted their noise.
In her mind, she would build the scene as she’d like it to really be.
Coloring over the shade they’d created.
She’d dance in the glow of her own color-filled light.
She’d dance to distract them.
Flitting about in her quiet, make believe space.
Dancing in the kitchen.
Dancing at the feet of a broken love.
Maybe they’d stop fighting and watch.
Maybe they would notice this colorful dancing child.