Pastel pink

Ruby's Pastel Dream

Ruby, a twelve-year-old girl with fiery red hair and a room full of soft pastel colors, put on her shiny pink outfit on a rainy afternoon: a metallic crop top and shorts with frayed pants.

She sat in the corner of her room, leaning against the wall, and stared thoughtfully ahead. Sometimes the world felt too big and they too small.

She knelt down, pulled her top and bowed her head. A touch of sadness, maybe because of a friend who had moved.

But then she stood up, hand on her hip, finger against her chin. “What do I want to be later?” She wondered.

She put her arms around herself, sitting on the floor. A hug for himself, because sometimes you need it the most.

With her hands in her pockets, she posed tough. “I can handle the world.”

She stretched her arms up, as if she could touch the pastel clouds.

Eventually she sat down in a tailor's seat, looked up and smiled softly. Ruby found her strength in this pink bubble. She knew: tomorrow she would be a little braver again.

And the pastel room? She remained her quiet friend, full of color and comfort.