Colored Elevator

His life is an office building. Some how the elevator does not reach the top. Does it even have a stop ? The last floor is the one you can not face. The place where no one goes. Afraid of getting stuck and never back up. All you can take is a peek. You hear a crackle, a tear drop, pounding music of failure. Click 7. Why you ask ? Take a quick step ...whats this ? Sound of wind, an old laughter you've been longer to hear. You push your way through the muted socialble kids. The laughter gets louder and louder. Is it really her ? Can it be. No, nothing but sound. He swits by the chair where he saw her twinkle in her eye. Whats this ? Floor collapsing. Stuck at a opening of the of the last floor. The tear drops fall harder. He grabs the umbrella amd runs. Clock is clacking faster. Crack, crack is the sound of the window breaking into each smaller piece. Falling backwards still holding the umbrella. No movement but the deep thumps of his heart. His cheeks arise, glisining white teeth are spread out. Blap! Now laying inside a white room. Choosing between the ignorance and hidden life under the umbrella of the colored room. Running back and forth.. Silence and then he screams "I AM NO LONGER COLOR BLIND!" Click the button, 7 closes..the cover. His eyes roll upward. Seeing the working people in each office. Happy and decides.. Whats this ? ... "I'm facing it."