Continue in a state of happiness. Like I've found a favorite, most beautiful remnant of favorite clothing. The threads washed soft against the skin. The fibers a little frayed by age. The pure, pristine beauty of familiarity. I see the wrinkles of habitual creasing. The smiles, gentle touches, laughter that fold the creases of skin. It's the deep ink of the colors that absorbed to the fibers. Osmosis of soul into the fabric. I pull the stitches to a perfect fit. The lines of the design of this creation adhere to every curve and hollow of my being. A second skin as comfortable and snug as my own.