I’m sort of obsessed with pink. Like pink flowers and pink umbrellas. I start the day with rose tea in my pale blush coffee mug. I tend towards pink salmon and pink grapefruit. I collect strawberry pink fireflies that exist only in my imagination when I’m sitting on my hot pink bean bag chair. I write with pink pens and I draw pink pig pens. I doodle with fuchsia markers while sipping pink raspberry lemonade. I thought I might get a cat named Pinky. And of course I’m writing this in my pink pajamas.