It feels what is to come, from It’s fingertips and toes; the numbing sensation finally sparks an emotion in the Soul of Something that has died inside. Its eyes remain unopened. Before death, the Soon-To-Be Corpse recollects lost memories from It’s childhood:
     The Red on It’s cheeks from laughing so hard, the Orange soil trails It scraped It’s knees in, the Yellow bumble bees It's Grandpa taught It to pet, the Green foliage with hidden garter snakes, the Blue sky and endless clouds, the Purple bruises covering It’s legs.
     They say the past is Black and White, but that’s not true; That’s where the Color is, and those Colorful days have been forgotten, left unappreciated in the past as It continued pretending to be alive, simply existing; but the Color is still there. Now, on It’s death bed, the Soon-To-Be Corpse finally opens Its eyes in a desperate attempt to not only survive, but to live.
   At first, the bright sky is blinding, only the humble yet powerful breeze that dances within It’s ribcage and the distant song of the birds can be heard. An indistinguishable sweet scent of a nearby flower lingers. Puny specs of damp soil cling between It’s hugged fingers. It’s mouth is dry and empty until filled with the refreshing breath of the outside. When It’s eyesight returns, It knows It can never revert to that Black and White world again.
     The Corpse rose and said “I am going to live.”