My Next Guess is Red

When they fight I go into the guest bedroom. It used to be my sister's but she went away. It is far enough from them that their raised voices only seem to be hushed tones. It is on the second story and faces the street. I guess it faces the east too because the sun wakes me up in the morning if I forget to close the blinds at night. The bed sits just under the window. I always look out and watch cars go by. I can always tell when they're coming because of the headlights and the noise of the tires as they run over the cracked pavement. It has a certain melody to it, quiet at first, then growing louder, then drifting off to silence again. It's the Doppler Effect of course but who knows what I'm talking about anyway. Sometimes I guess what color the car will be. Red is always my first guess. Then grey. I never guess right. Cars still pass even when it's late. I always wonder where they are going so late. Home.Work.Latenightbootycall. Who knows. Five cars have passes so far. The last one was green. I guessed black. I'm not a liar. I know it's my fault. Do you know how it feels? No one understands. My next guess is red.