[ wp ] Synesthesia is a condition where people can see , taste , or feel music . Write a piece involving this , or create your own condition with other senses ( i.e . tasting colors , or hearing what is touched )

`` Deep orange.'' 
 Phil leaned over from his stool. `` *That's* what my voice looks like?'' 
 Molly's nod was small, but black ringlets still bobbed around her cheeks. `` Yeah. Like, sunsets. There's blue too.'' 
 She kept her voice low, like this was some secret that was embarrassing her. Not that she had any reason to *be* embarrassed. He was already enamored by this girl. Enough so, that nothing else revolved around their two window seats at the cafe, waiting for the bus ride home. 
 Or, nothing else mattered anyway. This was new to Phil. 
 This world of living colors. 
 `` Where else do you see deep orange?'' 
 Her hair swayed side to side while an answer formed. That moving mass of black rings was the first sight of her Phil caught two weeks ago. 
 Now there they were, in the next town over. Getting coffee. Ending the day. 
 `` Bells. My cell phone buzzing in the middle of class. A pen scratching on paper.'' She shook her head, laughing. `` It's not consistent, believe me! But -- - Deep orange is familiar. Tradition? I feel safe seeing it.'' 
 `` So, what, you feel safe around me then?'' 
 Shit. And the academy award for dumbest question goes to -- - 
 `` Yes. Since the day we met.'' 
 -- - someone else. 
 `` What else can you see?'' 
 Phil never asked what she *heard*. Despite all their wanderings through this new town, this last half hour together was what he cherished most about that day. The color of chirps, police sirens and bubbling of hot water. 
 It was n't the only new world to emerge from Molly. 
 On the ride back, Phil set his phone alarm to church bells. 
 In class the next day, he ditched the laptop and took notes on paper instead. 
 When they set the date, the invitations also came with a time. 
 She always wanted a sunrise wedding.
