Crayon Box Dreams

A box of crayons new and ready waits to block the yelling sounds outside the door. The dreams a hundred color box creates erase those sounds while I draw on the floor. The shouting disappears, replaced by peace when I draw a new dress for my poor doll. Carefully, I choose a hue of cerise. She'll feel so much better after her fall, but I won't use dark red that makes me think about dreadful unhappiness and fears, when my dad has had way too much to drink. I'm six and I have cried too many tears. It's all these colors that give life to dreams that drown out all the scary shouts and screams.