Sunny leaps from bed, his yellow pajamas bright in the morning light. He scoops a handful of sunshine into his empty bucket, and it chimes a happy tune.
He scoops golden light into his bucket, and it rings like a tiny bell. "Got it!" he whispers, swinging it at his side as he marches toward the kitchen.
Sunny reaches for his blue cup, but it slips and spills across the floor. Blue sadness drips from the bucket, cold and heavy, soaking into his socks.
He tries to wipe it up, but the wet spots keep spreading. The blue feels like rain that won't stop, and his bucket grows heavier with each drop.
Sunny stomps his foot, and red frustration splashes out of the bucket, hot and wild. The red paint stains his drawing, making the crayon lines curl and melt.
He covers his ears as the bucket hums a grumpy, rattling song. Red swirls around his shoes, and the drawing lies ruined on the floor.
Sunny hugs the bucket tight, and purple calm bubbles up from its seams, cool and smooth. The purple light mixes with the red and blue, creating swirling galaxies inside.
A single bubble floats out and pops on his nose with a soft giggle. "That tickles," he says with a small smile.
Sunny carries the rainbow bucket to the window, where every color of feeling shimmers together. The red and blue and purple swirl into something new.
Sunlight hits the bucket, and suddenly dancing rainbows leap onto the wall. Colors twist and spin like a quiet celebration.
He watches the rainbows dance, and the bucket feels lighter now — warm and full of something wonderful.
Sunny gives the bucket a gentle pat. It chimes a quiet, contented note. He sits by the window and watches the rainbows spin, happy and still.