(She who transcends)
I am giddy with the possibilities: taffeta in all the colours I can think of and more. I touch the purple, feel the smooth fabric on my fingertips, listen to it rustle as I shake it out. I pick one with a double thread: red and black. With scissors and needle it soon becomes a dress. I get many compliments when I wear it. It is even better when I don’t, the silk strewn across the back of a chair, shining in the candlelight. I think of the purple, a dress already forming in my mind: so many possibilities.