The Queenly Gown and the Girl in Rags
As Lilly looked in the mirror in the window display of the department store, she crunched her neck and hunched her shoulders, trying to hide from the world.
“I wish earth would open and swallow me right now!” she whispered.
She looked like a beggar in those old patchwork pants. The fabric of her blouse was threadbare
from use, so that it seemed translucent.
“I know I deserve better. I know I do my very best,” Lilly whispered.
But why do I have to be poor? Why do I have to wear hand-me downs bought in the cheapest thrift shops? Why do I have to work in a lowly paying job as a waitress? Why do I have to live in a rented room? Why do I have to do my own low-budget production, do it all alone so that by the time I’m on stage I am exhausted? It’s not fair!
But today Lilly did not want to hurt with aimless questions and self-recriminations. She did not want to fight her destiny.
Lilly wanted to dream and to enjoy her dream.
She closed her eyes and opened her heart.
She wanted a new life so badly!
She wanted a new dress, but not just any dress. She wanted a queenly gown, a magnificent gown that would allow her to look like the woman she wanted to be. Lilly saw that dress: It was a deep magenta with beautiful lace strands cascading down the mermaid skirt and translucent magenta sleeves that ended up in cascading soft ruffles at the wrists. The cleavage followed the bust line, sinking gracefully at the middle. The skirt flowed as she walked and it felt and looked as if she was dancing. Lilly smiled.
The woman she wanted to be was a creative genius who lived in affluence by sharing her unique gifts with the world. Lilly saw herself writing stories that sold in the millions and performing them on big stages to thousands of people.
The woman she wanted to be was confident and very well known as an author and storyteller. She saw herself speaking to audiences all over the world and being interviewed in radio and television. Her photo was in the cover of several important magazines.
Her smile broadened and she felt a burst of joy in her heart.
The woman she wanted to be made her own incredibly creative, different clothing designs and her cloth was so amazing that she eventually created her own design clothing: “Lilly Lass” No. “Dazzling Lilly”
“Yes, that’s it,” Lilly approved.
Lilly was now smiling from ear to ear. The hustle and bustle of the avenue had dissolved and she was amidst beautiful fabrics and trimmings.
As she worked, she experienced sheer ecstasy because she loved what she did. She absolutely adored writing stories and telling these stories in performances that were beautifully produced by a production team, so that she could do only the storytelling and supervision. She loved drawing new designs and draping fabrics to create dresses that expressed her exuberant joy and passionate imagination.
Lilly sighed, and her sigh was a big “Haaaww” that released such potent pleasure that she woke up from her reverie.
The dress flashed past her eyes as she looked into the mirror in the showcase.
Lilly turned around and followed the woman. She did not think. She did not want to think. She crossed the street and tailed the woman as she turned left in the corner.
Lilly saw the dress flowing gracefully as the woman walked.
“How could she have my exact dress, the one I just imagined?” Lilly muttered between her teeth. “That’s impossible!”
The deep magenta looked lovely against the trees lining the streets. The woman crossed the street. Lilly tailed her.
The fabric was so sensual and feminine that it invited to be touched and kept the eyes entranced. The woman entered a big building with a great arch in the entrance. Lilly tailed her.
The elbow-long sleeves with cascading ruffles made the arm movements so graceful! The woman crossed the lobby and entered a room. Lilly tailed her.
She found herself in a dark room. The ceiling was pitch black, as was the polished floor where she could see her reflection lit against a light, though Lilly could not find the source of this subtle light.
The woman approached a huge mirror hanging against the back wall of the large black room. Lilly carefully approached.
And as Lilly admired the beautiful dress, the woman looked at Lilly through the mirror and smiled.
The woman Lilly had followed had her face.
Shaking, Lilly reached out to touch her and as she felt the shoulder joints, the warmth of her arm, the flesh and bones of this woman…
The other woman disappeared and Lilly found herself looking into the elegant mirror in the great black hall, admiring the queenly gown she was wearing and had created.
“Lilly?” a familiar voice called out.
“Your audience is waiting.”
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