I looked at this gorgeous creature in front of me. It was red, like the color of a McIntosh apple; and white, pure white, like the creamy complexion of porcelain. The top of it was small, so dainty yet sweet. The bottom was flowy, like a beautiful autumn breeze. The flowers, oh the flowers. They were beautiful daises scattered all over the canvas. I picked it up. It was soft, like clouds. I rubbed it across my cheek. I turned it around. Dainty straps formed a crisscross pattern, like a pretzel. I hugged it to my chest and closed my eyes. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Ma'm. Ma'm," I heard someone say.
I opened my eyes and saw a wide eyed, frizzy haired lady looking at me.
"Do you want to try that on?" she asked.
"Okay," I said.
I went into the dressing room and tried it on. I danced around in it, hugging it, and it hugged me back. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen.