Living In a Rainbow World

How do you live in a rainbow world all of the time? The woman had no answer, because she believed in faeries. She was surrounded by the sound of pixie wings. Dragonflies knew her name. She stared at the man who had asked her. Maybe it is easy because I believe in faeries she whispered. He frowned at her naivety and turned away. Two damselflies fluttered after him. One landed gently on his shoulder. Darned bee! He snarled. His world was putrid greenish gray. He was not about to believe in damselflies or faeries. I wonder what happened to him? The monarch asked. We need to uplift him, said the geraniums. They smiled broadly. He stomped them into the ground, injuring their petals.