Egress
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every night? That doesn't seem right, but the weather is mild and the world is beautiful. I dance with abandon, my feet kicking up dust beating a rhythm to the silent world, my skirt flowing, my red hair knotted on top of my head in an intricate updo that I would never wear. My arms were adorned with beautiful bracelets that nicely contrasts the red stone necklace that sits on my chest. I don't want to leave, why don't I want to leave?
