A Rainbow on the Wall

I followed my dotted tape runway all the way to the low sunlit window. Resting right against the wooden ledge was a small glass prism, catching the bright afternoon light. On the cream-colored wall beside it, a vivid patch of rainbow colors was dancing. I stood still, watching how the red, yellow, and blue stripes shimmered in a quiet row. Slowly, I reached both hands forward and pressed my soft palms against the painted plaster. The colored light spilled right across my sleeves, turning my hands bright pink and purple! I giggled and waved my fingers, watching the colors flutter like tiny flags.