Levi opened his eyes, but shut them rather quickly. The world was turning over, and so was his stomach. Why? He did not know. He did not want to know. He wanted to sleep. And so he did.

His dreams were filled with color, from a crystal yellow to deep amber, and from a pale pink to dark ruby. The colors were moving all around him, almost as if they were performing a captivating dance. He could not reach them, however hard he tried. The lighter colors had a lot of energy, the darker ones moved more tranquilly.

Soon others joined: joyful bubbles mixed with the pale straw, while the plum-like colors mixed with the sediments near the ground. The dance seemed to be complete, and Levi enjoyed the sight, although he wanted to dance with them. He moved closer to the colors, and now he could see the shadows following them. Some seemed to make even more seductive and sweet advances than the colors to which they were attached. Almost at the end of the twirling and whirling, everything moved slower and slower, until the colors were at rest.

It was an invitation for Levi to come closer. As he took some steps forward, he was taken aback by a combination of strong feelings that the colors seemed to radiate. A walk over the heather moorland on a spring day, surrounded by flowers and birds. Camping on a summer morning, after the rain wet the grass. The wood from the forest on an autumn afternoon. A campfire during a cold winter night, where vanilla and cinnamon brought extra warmth. All the memories related to these feelings, it was almost too much. The colors were not done with him, however. Now they moved closer and closer, until they, one by one, collided with his skin.

This was a new experience. He was reliving the memories he felt moments before. They started flying around like a butterfly slightly touching him, like a mosquito with a nasty sting, like a swan with graceful wing beats. Of course, a recollection of the past not only contained pleasant honeyed thoughts, but also the somewhat wry and dry ones. At times there were ones that lingered longer than others, although the colors that caused them were long gone. When a color left, emptiness stayed.

Now it was greed he felt, wanting all colors and experiences, because he knew they made him happy. However, the more colors that passed him, the less he felt them. Numbed by the experience he continued to the darkest of them all. This one slowly approached him like a syrup flowing down, until they became one. It was then he felt himself twirling all around, flying up, until he rested to move no longer. Everything became dark, and his fall was followed by a shattering noise.

Levi opened his eyes, but he could not shut them again. He walked in a whirl from his bed to the kitchen, as his dry mouth bothered him. He noticed a ruby trail of footsteps to the living area, which he followed. At last, pain hit him from all sides. A headache stronger than he had ever experienced troubled his sight, while his feet hit the shards of glass on the ground. His wineglass had not survived the winetasting organized by his housemates. Nevertheless, shrugging his shoulders was the only solution he could come up with at the moment, so he walked to the couch to doze off.