The dress is long, ever so slightly striking her shins as she walks. It’s the kind of feeling that grazes your fingertips, touches you in such a gentle way. Silky and smooth, billowing like the waves of the ocean, green, much like the trees, soft, just like the grass. Not too tight, just fitted around the edges, making it feel like it was molded to you, made into your skin as if you never even dressed at all, like it is a warm blanket you envelop yourself into on a cold night. Sometimes it even feels like you are being embraced by a soft being.