Colour.

A quick revision of something I wrote years ago.

Blue. Green. Blue. Green. Blue?

Geoff's mind struggled to connect the two words. Blue. Blue, everywhere, up, down, just blue. Names narrowly escaped him in his concussed state. He desperately searched his still dormant cognitive functions for blue; no entries found. Dammit. That great azure beast still stared blankly, bluely, at him, mocking him with his very own questions. It reveled in it's inescapable mystique, to Geoff it was laughing maniacally. If the name wasn't so elusive he would've cursed violently, shaking his fist to the sky and- SKY. That word superimposed itself on Geoff's inner eye. That seemed to be it, a blue sky. Blue sky? A little ridiculous, but it'll do. Pride swelled in a chest still unable to properly breathe, and the deep blue seemed to retreat a bit, pouting in a corner of itself like an infant.

Satisfied in his discovery, Geoff regarded his still unknown surrounding, bar that smug entity above him, still unable to connect most of the words in his head. They flitted about, irritant butterflies waiting for the hothouse to heat up. Green. This one was easier. An invisible line already connected green with a thing called grass. Another pang of pride surged through a still failing chest. Geoff felt safer knowing the names of the objects that assaulted him from all angles. He had filled the two most important directions with knowledge, and that was enough for him for now. At that he proceeded to stand up, feeling enough strength in his extremities to attempt a more complex motion.

He was beaten down in the process of doing so by an altogether startling revelation. A new sensation, a new colour no less.

Brown. An unpleasant brown. Not that brown had any negative connotations at all in Geoff's head, he didn't understand enough yet to be able to associate brown with all the normal disgusting things normal people feel on a normal day. Brown. Moreover, brown and green. They spun about him, or rather, he spun in his confusion, and fell in shock. He hit the ground, assuming of course he'd gotten that one right, rather promptly. Blue, green, brown, blue, green, brown. This was a problem, if these continued to multiply there'd be a true catastrophe of cognition.

There was no more sky. Nothing. If green couldn't possibly be grass, then there was a sliver of a possibility that blue might be something completely unknown. Nothing was certain. Geoff was alone save these three horrible colours, the attached objects to which he could not recall.

At this point his unconscious caught up and pulled him back in.

As the furnaces of the hothouse in his head slowly lit up, words lit up here and there. His comprehension was somewhat in check since he had come to, just not the language required to create a reality for him. He was on the ground, surrounded by trees, covered in leaves. That was as far as he could manage.

Blue had been narrowed down to two options: the sky was still there, mingled with a chance of water. Though the exact name eluded him, Geoff cursed, shaking his fist to the whatever it was.

After careful deliberation, or as careful as he could be, Geoff concluded an experiment was entirely necessary to the understanding of his surroundings. He settled on a hypothesis. If, he theorised, water was that in his sights then surely he would be upside down, as he understood that water falls to the ground. Furthermore, if he was upside down then if he remained upright for any length of time blood would rush to his head and he would pass out again. It never occurred to Geoff that he couldn't be upside down, his selective understanding of basic physics didn't allow that. Of course Geoff didn't see this as he stood up, Geoff was clinically insane.