A RANDOM EXCERPT FROM RAINBOW MIRAGES

Feeling somewhat cheated, she dropped the blue leather-bound notebook and a purple pen ( it was the kind with fine stripes on it, you know, the cheap, plastic ones you get to keep when you've filled out a form at some shoppe)onto a red-and-white patterned bed-spread, registering a vague sense of hyphenation.
Colours swirled around, reflecting her semi- disillusionment. Sometimes, the colours formed words..sometimes they didn't, depending, it seemed to her, on their mood.
That day they appeared somewhat melancholy in their splashing, which added to the anarchy in her thoughts, since this mood, more often than not, manifested itself in repetition.
Multiple, monochromatic, repetition.
"Somewhat, somewhat, somewhat," seemed to be the theme of this particular day.
Personally, she always preferred a thick, smooth melange.