White Pillars

She climbed up a steep flight of stairs, looking through orange-colored glasses. There were specks of green crawling from the cracks, desperate to live. She stepped past them. At the top of the stairs, she was struck by the sight of white pillars. Hundreds of them. Curved around to form a balcony, all of them joined by curving,winding flight of stairs. She stood on one of the balconies and looked down. All she could see were more balconies. But there were people there. Talking and laughing, dark chocolate brown skin outstretched against the stark white of the faux Italian balcony pillars. They were all alike, and they were everywhere. Milling on the balconies, going up and down the stairs, stopping midway to chat. Then, she made up her mind, climbed up onto the pillar and jumped. Off the balcony, only to land in another one. So she leapt off that one, and the next one, and the one after that. She jumped off the balconies for eternity.

And then she woke up.