The ghastly article fit perfectly around the young woman, each curve pronounced and taken care of. Its colors clashed, patters mixing together either in a much too busy way, or in a fashion that just wasn’t appealing; cheetah print and fluorescent green palm trees. No sane person would wear it.

The clothing couldn’t be named in type. It was no dress or gown, but it reached the floor. It was neither long sleeved nor short sleeved, but each arm was draped in flowy fabric that graced the elbow. It had a v neck that wrapped around the chest in a robe sort of way. Layers of skirts were cut at different lengths on each level so one could see the pattern or color underneath.

Despite all of this, the woman’s face lit up with joy and she twirled, adoring the reflection in the floor lengthen mirror. The very clothing she was wearing was a creation of the villages finest seamstress, whom refused service to everyone for the past 20 years. But the young woman, standing in the tent, had forwent the hags barriers.

The seamstress wasn’t prized for her creation’s beauty, but rather, for their feel. Each peice was uglier than the last, but the victims of them always came through extremely pleased, almost acting like a different person.

And now the girl could see why; she could _feel _why.the rivers of fabric imitated the flowy banks of a brook, rippling across her skin in silky rhythms. Music began to play around her, and she could have sworn there were bells sewn into her skirt to cause it. The roughness of the lace adorning her shoulders reminded her of natures ethereal mountains; so tall and sturdy, rough and rugged, but so beautiful it would take your breath away.

The outfit felt like dipping your toes into snow cold water, making you want to recoil with shock; it felt like summers blades of grass tickling your fingers as you lay out in the sun; it’s like dancing at a festival with your tribe, and everything is in slow motion as you laugh and twirl, and the orange and yellow fractures of the sun caresses your face, and the music fades into suggestions.

It feels like living.