• The Old Dream

    “There is something that terrifies me about silk, something that horrifies me. I avoid wearing it when I can; and when I can’t, I only wear small amounts. When I wear silk, I get the feeling that something with lots of eyes is watching me: all things of silk but one.
    “That one was given to me in the will of my grandmother. When I was small she, my dearest grandmother, would take from her box of treasures (it is made of cardboard now but then it was made of magic) her wedding dress. I would rub it against my face, feeling the smooth silk as my grandmother told me her yesterday dreams for herself and her family, and in the silk I found the hope she had then.
    “I wore this dress for my wedding; as will you, dear one. As tradition dictates, we must pass on the dream.”