Part 1 of the story: Welcome in

Walk up the porch stairs and go to the yellow door, open it. Black, everything in there looks pitch black, like when you want to find the stars in the middle of the night but the city lights are so bright My head is this universe you see, a universe full of thousands of this twinkling stars communicating to each other, bouncing around the inside of my thinking box, tracing constellations with thousands and thousands of colors that illuminate the space, they are born, move and then glow as if exploited, this constellations are the drawings of my thoughts, may be that's the actual reason of my extreme sensibility to physically reflected color, or may be that's why I can see all this colors in my head every time I listen to music or a simple sound. I'm planing to go somewhere, take a plane and get there, have an adventure as adventurers say, go from where I am to somewhere else... I just want to go, so I need to get this started, plan ahead, think, my neurons (or that is what I like to believe) are working so fast, I need to explore my possibilities, to construct that destination, like a cube, like the colors of a rubik cube crying for having an order.

White!.... my eyes opened with the same speed of the next wink.