The fabric between Isabel’s fingers is smooth, slightly rough from being stored in a box over the years. She had almost forgotten that night all together, this one dress holding her in the past. She remebered the dancing, the smell of cigarettes, and cheap cologne. She could almost remember the feeling of his hands on hers. They were dancing for hours, soaking up the presence of eachother. She hadnt worn the dress since then, not sure if it would even fit her anymore. She tucked it back into the box, back into the corner of her closet along with the memories.