Seamstress of the Night

I looked out of my window when it was close to dark. And the thing that struck me was the colour of the sky. It was strewn with clouds that were a deep, dark blue colour just like the depths of the ocean. Underneath the clouds, the sky was a lighter blue that blended in with the darker blue. The sky looked perfectly smooth like a silky tablecloth spread out with no creases. I imagined myself pulling that tablecloth from the sky; I could see it shimmering and floating like silk. I imagined wrapping it around my body and seeing it transform into a dress that was perfect. It would be a loose dress, and when a breeze blew, the light fabric would ripple, shimmering and changing colour. It was not the dress design that would make the dress lovely, it was the fabric.

It was beautiful.