I tripped over a old manuscripts bumping my head into the yellowing picture hanging from the rooms partition.
I grabbed my head and winced in agony.
I blinked my eyes. The room had turned a deep red color. I blinked again and the room was emerald green.
The book sat high on the wall passively. The room was smalled an filled with tacky hippie paraphernalia. Tibetan prayer flags hung across the narrow hallway. A large wooded Buddha sat on the dusty covered mantel. A intricate wood carving of the Mayan calendar was covering the retired fireplace. A four foot tall book of Mandalas sat on the coffee table.
Having never experienced a color perceptional disturbance before and for lack of ideas, I grabbed the book from it's home and turned to page twenty-two.