The sky is grey. The rain is grey. My mood is grey. The grey seeps into the world like a creeping rot, leeching the colour from everything. Beneath my skin, I can feel my bones slowly turning grey.
Today is a masquerade. Everyone is wearing a too-brightly coloured mask. If you look closely, you can see that the masks are really grey, reflecting the light in an artfully deceptive way. Beneath the masks, everyone is grey.
Even the cats are grey, the black one, the black and white one, greying now in the greying light.
I wonder what colour tomorrow will be.