White

From Red

His patchy sleep is broken by the silence

The birds, the crickets, the rats nowhere to be heard

And then the wind starts howling, picking up with each passing moment

The boards start rattling.... violently and then they crack

He is lifted up bodily, along with the roof and everything else

Swirling, tumbling into the vortex of the twister

The howl shatters his eardrums, and then everything is silent

He rises, rises straight through the clouds and then there is a blinding flash

Everything goes white.........

.... Blue