It was just a thought, definitely not a colored one. Do thoughts really have colors? Does anyone really care about the colors of thought? For me, colors of the thoughts hardly mattered, as long as they are just thoughts with no shades of reality.
This was the third time I pressed the snooze button of the alarm. At last I looked at the watch. It was 6.30am. My god! It’s late, no not again today. And before any further delay or laziness, I rushed out of bed and ran towards the bathroom. I brushed my teeth hurriedly and started shaving.