Upon Patterned Cloth

A quiet hush filled the room. With a soft breath, I felt a curious buoyancy lift beneath my hem, a gentle and graceful pressure expanding my gown. Slowly, I eased my gloved fingers away from my chin, marveling as they obeyed my will. I took a delicate step forward, my slipper meeting the cool surface of the dark cloth. Tracing one of the crisp white zigzag lines beneath me, I glanced up at the plush grey cushion resting quietly behind. I paused, smoothing my expanded skirts, quite enchanted to find myself truly awake.