science is death if time is death (part 4)

it's windy outside and i can feel the air growing thicker outside my window.
it's trying to seep past the pane and into my lungs.
i breethe deeply and can feel a yellowness in the thickness of the air. i can feel a yellowness over everything; subtle hues everywhere. yellow in my hands...on the page and in my sweater.
yellowness outside and down the block. yellowness in my lungs.
i close my eyes and my brain is yellow. my thoughts (yellow) are consuming me. the phone rings (yellow) someone outside is shouting (yellow). the dogs (yellow) panting. the mirror (yellow) and my reflection (yellow). i stop breathing. the air outside grows thicker.