Pink Steamed Melody: A Senior Surreal Photo by Avery Grimes-Farrow (2012)

The small, dark shower gives shelter as I play this piano, which seems to be some sort of key to the light. As I play, light music notes shaped as hearts rise to the sky. Wait a minute- I think I see something ''extra.'' Am I naked? Don't ask me, ask my brain. When you find it, can you also ask why it ''blessed'' me with this beautiful girl's voice? All I know is I'm playing a sad song. I play harder, and harder, pouring out my emotions over something unknown. I feel like my brain decided to put me in a woman's body. I don't know why, but you can ask it. The environment starts to change around me and I am suddenly surrounded by smoke. Darkness turns to light as I watch my environment change right before my eyes. I swear my mind is playing tricks on me. The smoke fills the atmosphere when suddenly I hear a teenager's voice out of nowhere: ''yeah, we're just back here smoking weed.''