Jonathon sat on his fluffy black couch eating a bag of jelly beans and watching the movie
hinking about how badly it sucked. The movie was very pink, and he was not in a pink mood today. In fact, he was more in a brown mood, and his thoughts drifted off to the closet onthe other side of his living room in which a brown leather spring jacket was currently hanging.Jonathon could see that closet, constructed right next to the front door of his apartmentwith the sunlight filtering in through the giant picture window on the right wall from where hesat highlighting it with a fuzzy glow. He stared at it, more entertained by the brown wooden doorthan the Mariah Carey mess occurring on his television screen. He slowly pulled a jelly beanfrom the bag without looking, pressed it to his lips, and licked it into his mouth with his tongue.It tasted orange, and he was not in an orange mood today.Almost against his will, Jonathon discovered his large body pulling itself from the couchand stomping across the living room to the closet where his right hand gripped the brass handle,gave it a turn, and pulled the door open. His arms reached in and returned a moment later withthe brown leather jacket dangling from his fingertips. He pulled the jacket over his torso, notdaring to attempt buttoning for fear of ruining it. Then he returned to the couch as Mariah Careythrew glitter at him through the television screen to get his attention. She was dancing.Jonathon snuggled into the warmth of his jacket, feeling contently brown. He watched thetelevision screen. Mariah was reaching her hand out to him, her palm outstretched.