Neither Black Nor White

The cars slowed to a halt as the traffic light changed to a shade that was neither black nor white. Bethany sat on her window still in the same place she did everyday. Her medication had been swallowed, the same time as everyday. Resting her head against the polished glass, the same way she did everyday. She was content, the same feeling she had everyday. Bethany was Bethany, the same everyday.