I looked at my royal blue wall in my dressing room.

When I think of anything blue, I automatically think of the ocean.

When I start to think of the ocean, I think of the beach.

When I think of the beach, I think of the sand.

When I think of the sand, I think of people laying out on towels.

When I think of people laying out on towels, I think of umbrellas.

When I think of umbrellas I think of rain.

When I think of rain, I think cars driving in the rain.

When I think of driving in the rain, I think of staying inside, playing card games.

When I think of playing card games, I think of hearts.

When I think of hearts, I think of the person mine already belongs to.

When I think of Sonny Monroe, I think of something else blue.

The dress she wore tonight, the first time I kissed her.