Horrible nursery rhyme.

The faded colours are vibrant. The orange is deeper, the blue clearer, the green richer. The flowers look fresher, the smiles are warmer, the happiness greater. Everything tastes better and everything goes your way. Surprises are pleasant and you're giddy with joy that seems to gravitate towards you, towards others around you, and even in this sweltering heat you skip around and do everything right. People laugh around you and react just the way you've always dreamt they will. You're moon's child and you can do no wrong, and you can see no wrong. And then everything goes poof.

And you're yet again saved from something horrid. You were prancing around without a care in the world when you suddenly stop and see your toe nudging air and you shudder at the thought of one step more. You recede back, safe, but just about. You're visibly shaken, you don't know if it was your fault, you don't exactly know what went wrong. And twice in short succession just kills all joy. And you are back to being wary, AGAIN. Suddenly everything now has a sinister undercurrent. Like the blasted nursery rhymes. Aarrgh.