#lexicon synesthesia

He entered the empty room as if to make an assertion, an expression of determination, as if strange, clever little ideas were popping up inside his head. His young, buff face folded into a mysterious smile below his deep-set eyes as he examined the pale, sea green walls that were emanating the sharp odor of freshly applied paint, his hands still on the door handle, only one foot in the threshold of the room. He inhaled deeply, proceeding to rustle his dark hair with his bronzed fingers.

Behind him, the pattering of footsteps was heard, along with a little scuffling noise, and three figures came scurrying up the stairs below him. One of them was a pale, slightly chubby girl with arched eyebrows. She peeked curiously into the room, seemingly ignoring the presence of the figure beside her. She took a deep breath.

“So, what do you think?” said a clear voice next to her.

“Huh?” she stammered. “Oh-I-uh- it’s fantastic.” She nodded, as if acknowledging the validity of her own statement. She swallowed, her eyes fixed on the empty space in the room.

The two others who had followed her strained their necks above the girl and the young man, trying to get a view.

“Could you move out of the doorway?” bleated a slightly exasperated female voice.

“With pleasure” said the man, with a touch of mock apology in his tone.

A gangly young boy in grey overalls shuffled to the doorway, his eyes wide with wonder. In a hoarse voice, he uttered but one syllable, thanks to his recently reduced vocabulary upon becoming a full-grown adolescent.

“Wow.”

“Humph.” A lady in clad in bright pink, the Bleater, roughly pushed him aside and scrunched her eyebrows as she took a good look at the room. “It will do, I suppose. But all of you”-she pointed at the other three-“will have to listen to what I say, is that understood?”

The young man nodded in agreement while simultaneously rolling his eyes when she wasn’t looking, thinking to himself how no one really ever takes her seriously, especially when he’s around.

He held the pale girl’s left hand, and she held the hand of the boy, who in turn held the Bleater’s hand. And just like this, holding hands, they entered the vast sea of new possibilities, new opportunities, and a chance to start life afresh.

“Happy New Year, everyone,” said the young man, looking happily at what lay ahead of him.

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SO. This is a little story where I basically played around with symbols. The year is represented by the green room, because that’s how I see the word YEAR. The people entering the room (in the very same order) are the digits 2, 0, 1 and 3! That’s how I picture them.