Friday Night

This is how Friday night went for us. During the night, Sage started to come down with a cold. I didn't really know this until the next morning when I was fully conscious. But she woke up at 12am out of, what I assumed, was a dead sleep, screaming,

"I HATE my room being yellow! I just hate it! I can't even look at it. It makes me SICK! I don't know WHY Kevin (my brother) painted it like that! I told him not to. I hate yellow! I am sick! It makes me have a fever! Now I can't go to church and go to my class! I look at it, and I just get sick!"

I went in her room (from midnight to 2 am actually) and wiped her eyes. Whenever she gets a cold, her eyes run and it drives her nuts. I don't blame her. However, I'm almost positive that the color of the room did NOT cause it. The next morning though, when we were both fully awake, I asked her, "Sage, why were you sick last night?" Her reply, "Because I looked at my walls and they're yellow and I don't like yellow." There you go.