Stuart Spence

Somewhere Inside the Rainbow

In the dream we sailed into it, through it, it was bigger than we’d imagined but neither of us took any notice.
“You’re orange,” she said, laughing, holding tightly onto the rope, the waves whipping us both around like we were made of nothing.
“Will we remember this? This…?” I said, waving up into the column of colour hugging us.
“What?” she yelled above the sea and rain and flapping sails.
We were moving into the purple, now.
“I said…”

It was pointless. I knew it was a dream and that we wouldn’t remember it, so I just gazed at her. The dream gets foggy around about here, but I do remember thinking very clearly, as those tiny violet droplets showered and whirled around us, that this must be what being in love, being inside love, must be like.

Whatever that means.