I felt the heaviness lift, and I stepped into my own skin.
As time went by, the feeling began to grow, one of despair, sadness, and hopelessness.
I couldn’t understand why, as I had dropped the coat at the door with all its distastefulness.
As I looked down I saw a single thread that had remained attached to me, unraveling slowly from the coat, the single thread swaying like a snake, reached out with its hand as a thread loops through the eye of a needle.
Unbeknownst to me, the seamster had started its work, and as I looked in the mirror, I was draped all over again, same coat, same embroidery…