"Wait a second, are you worried that I will think you are crazy?" When Amber nodded her head, Catheline sighed, "Amber, we all are crazy. In this world, no one is sane. And out of all the people, why would I think you are crazy? I don't call you crazy even when you dip fries in your ice cream or cheeto in your soft drink."
"Hey, that tastes so good," Amber retorted.
Placing her hand on hers, she added, "The point is, I will never call you crazy even if you tell me that you can hear color or see sound."
Contemplating for a while, she said in a very soft tone. "I—I see things."
"Things? What are you talking about?"
"I mean—" Expressing how she felt and the things that were happening in her life was always the hardest thing for Amber. This is also one of the reasons why she never shared it with anyone. "Things like…...visions," she hesitantly stated, carefully observing Catheline's expression.
