Water Color

I drank a glass of water last night and woke up purple. Tomorrow I’ll be green. Next week
perhaps a pale shade of blue, and in a month a vibrant pink.
My mom had a sip and turned bright orange. She complained it clashed with her dress. My
brother began the morning cyan, but by night found a maroon face smiling in the mirror. His
favorite color. He vowed to never drink water again.
My dad, by chance, turned dark brown and looked much like he did long ago. After so many
years, I’d almost forgotten what he looked like before.

I’ll keep drinking until I find a color that suits me, and then I’ll switch to coffee.