It is morning. My coworker looks up and asks, "Hey OK so did you see that dress thing?"
"Ugh stop no that is so dumb." I pull up the image.
"Yeah I know," she leans over. "I mean it's definitely -" we answer simultaneously: "blue and black" and "white and gold."
We turn and look at each other, laughing uncomfortably.
"What?" she asks. We stare at the picture. "That's blue and black," she says.
I look at her and look back at the picture. I bend down so I'm angled the same way in front of the screen. I squint. "This picture? This is gold. This is white."
She is shaking her head. I will myself to see blue and black, jabbing at the gold on the screen. "What color is this? What color is this?"
"It's black," she says. "You're pointing at black."
I'm backing away from the screen. "No... no..."
A ringing starts building in my ears. I look down at my body, my hands, my chest, tug on my clothes. My coworker begins to scratch at her face, her eyes. I lunge and knock the computer screen off my desk. There's blood everywhere, fire, burning. The ringing in my ears becomes a roar. Someone is screaming. We're all screaming. I leap onto my desk and tear off my shirt, howling.
Someone enters, "Hey guys, what's going on?" We leap. We tackle her, our fingers ripping into her skin, our teeth tearing into her flesh, blood pouring down our chins. A shout, and there is a crowd. They restrain us, but we scream and claw at the duotone image still displayed on my coworker's screen.
"WHAT COLOR IS THIS DRESS" we shriek, and the confused replies trickle in. "It's blue and black," they say, "It's white and gold." They peer at each other, betrayed, sweat breaking out on their temples. They release us and we sink sobbing to the floor. The walls shake, the floor cracks and opens beneath us.
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