I want to live in Bob Ross’s head.
Outside the curb is painted yellow. Anticipating catastrophe.
A clear sign for the unseeing: Reserved for Emergency Vehicles Only.
The hydrant is fire engine red. By design.
Inside, Bob Ross is painting carefree and silly clouds. The floating songs of children at recess. A majestic mountain stands guard behind. Shadow and light dance. In the foreground, a rousing stream births a small waterfall. Happy trees rejoice. Chipmunks and rabbits romp in their happy garden.
It’s safe inside Bob Ross’s head.
A bright red heart-shaped emoji and multi-colored confetti explode on my phone.
I become a chipmunk romping in my happy garden.
I wish I could tell Bob.