• Black is the fur of the witches' cat. The goths heavy makeup. The picture of a tragic end.

    The awful taste of burnt pancakes. Coffee runnin down my throat. The weired flavor of black jelly beans.

    The soulless cry of a sad little child. The painful moans of Black Death's victims. The sound of depressing music playing all around.

    The soft fur of a teddy bear. The sense of velvet running across my fingers. The touch of my furry winter boots.

    Chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.