Blue

 You know, this whole time I thought my car was black. I didn’t need to be told so, I just always saw that it was. 

 So why today did I finally see that my car was actually blue? A deep blue, metallic. A color, as if the deepest denim but parts of it would shine. Was because I couldn’t see it, because I couldn’t pay attention, because it didn’t really matter? 

 For some reason it matters to me now, makes me feel like I don’t pay attention to things well enough. Or maybe it’s just a hidden little fact for me, if I look at it at the right angle, under the right light. 

My car is in fact blue not black.