I had a premonition when I was seven years old
I couldn’t eat for a week straight
I didn’t see anything

But I could feel a grey

I could feel the color
It wasn’t bad or good

It was just grey

I sat in colorless silence for hours
My mother was wrought with agony and I hated that

I was weighing death and eternity
And thinking of dinosaurs. Those made me feel worse

There was a grey mass outside approaching

My dad told me I was afraid of being alone
He told me that being afraid of being alone was like

Having an alligator on the driveway
I asked him if it could be a Komodo Dragon
He said “sure, 
but that isn’t the point.”

I wasn’t listening.