[ WP ] Upon waking up , the color purple is nonexistent

`` Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!'' 
 Jim had never been a morning person. He could force himself to get up when necessary - his years as a junior doctor had quickly seen to that - but he still loved the rare opportunity to lie in that came every month or so. Unfortunately, the one person in his household to obtain the superpower to wake up at 5 AM, and function at full capacity within ten minutes, was his 5-year-old daughter, Beth. She had derailed Jim's attempts at a lie-in for the fourth consecutive time, and seemed to be celebrating by thrashing him with all the strength her tiny arms could muster with something made of plastic. 
 `` Ow, Beth, stop, I'm awake!'' grunted Jim, biting his tongue before he swore and scrabbling at his nightstand for his glasses. `` What is it?'' 
 Beth coolly withdrew her weapon. `` Daddy, what's happened to Madison?'' 
 Madison was the name Beth had inexplicably chosen for her one and only Barbie doll. Jim had deflected Beth's subsequent attempts to ask for more dolls by distracting her with what were more worthwhile toys, in his opinion. She would thank him some day. 
 `` I do n't know, Beth,'' moaned Jim. `` You invent the stories, I play along - that's how it works...'' 
 `` Daddy, it's not a story!'' Beth whined accusingly. Her tone changed to vaguely disgusted. `` There's something wrong with her dress.'' 
 Jim frowned as he struggled to focus his eyes, the dregs of sleep still clinging to them. `` What could possibly - oh. Ah!'' He was awake now. 
 Madison had come wearing what Jim felt was an inappropriately short dress; however, he had already figured out that getting Madison more tastefully clothed - even just `` more clothed'' would do - would involve letting Beth purchase yet more dolls. The dress's length, however, was the least of Jim's concerns right now. 
 It used to be purple. Instead... Jim could n't describe it. It was like a computer screen, he supposed, except the screen was dress-shaped and still felt like fabric. Whatever computer was connected to it must have been working phenomenally fast, however. No matter which way he turned Madison, regardless of the speed of rotation or the doll's position, the image continued to display its static message in Jim's direction, in friendly black letters on a white background: 
 `` TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE'' 
 *** 
 `` Are the grapes good to eat?'' came a shout from the kitchen. 
 Jim considered shifting from his current position, sprawled across the living room sofa. He finally decided against it; its comforting feel more than compensated for its disgusting green colour. `` Good morning, Jason,'' he shouted back. `` Yes, I slept fairly well; thanks for asking. Beth woke me up again, though.'' 
 `` Very funny, Dad,'' came the response. `` Can you answer my question?'' 
 `` Bring the bunch through and I'll think about it.'' 
 Jason's lanky form materialised beside Jim's head. He carelessly tossed the bunch of grapes on the table and turned his usual scowl on Jim. 
 `` Easy,'' Jim protested uselessly. He reluctantly sat upright, and picked a grape off the bunch. All of them were displaying the same message as the doll's dress; they looked glassy and inedible, but felt normal enough. He experimentally drove his thumbs into the grape he held and split it open. It was its usual greenish colour on the inside - the same colour as the sofa, in fact. Jim wished the sofa had been purple. 
 `` You know what? It's probably fine, but I really have no idea what's going on, so you're probably best off not-'' 
 Jason had already reached for the bunch, picked another off and popped it in his mouth. His scowl temporarily lessened before returning with even greater intensity. `` Eugh - it tastes like dirt!'' 
 `` Oh, so they're fine. Need to remember not to shop at that supermarket again - everything we got from there seems to taste either amazing or utterly awful...'' 
 There came the sound of slow footfalls on the staircase. Jim's wife finally came into view, her eyes glued to the screen in her hand. `` Jim, I still ca n't get my head around this.'' Tam took her seat by Jim, pausing to lock her phone and drop it on the sofa. `` What the hell's going on? Why is my favourite colour... Missing?'' 
 `` I have no idea.'' Jim rubbed his eyes; he wondered when it would all stop seeming like a dream. Perhaps after a cup of coffee. `` Hey, let's check the news.'' 
 Jason dug the remote out from inside the recliner and switched on the television. For a few moments, they stared uncomprehendingly at the screen. Suddenly, all three began laughing wildly at the Barney & Friends rerun currently playing.
