Optimism

I like to paint an amber field when the skies are dark and cold. I bake a batch of butter bars every time I read the news. Once you brought me lemon roses for no reason, and we left them on the wobbly table until the softening petals smelled like mold.

Today I wear the saffron sweater you said you loved years ago, but you do not notice. You have said my optimism worsens your depression, but all I know how to do is reflect sunshine when my heart is breaking in hopes it turns this room to gold.

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Written for the Carrot Ranch’s 99-Word Story Challenge on optimism.