Brown eyes blue.

Radio alarmed itself to on. News. Weather. Van Morrison wailing "Brown eyed girl" and I begin to panic. I can't remember the colour of Kate's eyes! Laying there, beginning to sweat, trying to recall. Every detail still there, except in shades of grey. Memory playing tricks. Colours fading like last moment breaths.

Then.

It's OK. The answer still playing in crackily transistor.
Brown.