Astrid & Scooter-say hello

Picture this—

The characters are in a room, it is dark. They have just been aroused from sleep by a loud clap of thunder. The room is intermittently lit up with the flashes of lightening. Astrid is holding a kaleidoscope to her eye. Scooter mimics her but with a viewmaster.

Astrid:
I see fractured shards, Scooter.

Scooter:
Yes, reels of images almost

Astrid:
each turn
black then fractured
black then blue
black then orange

Scooter:
a lemon yellow suburban nest
click
a Frank Lloyd Wright window
click

Astrid:
is it—
enveloped in blues and greens
with orange edges and purple dots

Scooter:
smudgy? No, but sharply
arranged in focused form

Astrid:
Well I would like to see nothing
but these colors, assigning
meaning is futile.
Color is not domesticated

Scooter:
if I cross my eyes I can try it your way

Astrid:
Oh Scooter, go shopping for eye glasses then.
Keep them permanently crossed.

The lightening stops and they drift back to sleep.