Short Piece 3: Silk
Her eyes remained closed tightly as her hands grasped the silk. She knew instinctively it was white in color. Pulling hard at it, she was only slightly surprised to find that it gave easily, moving across the bed with little to no effort. She bit her lip hard, feeling the sting as she drew blood. Finally, she opened her eyes and gazed around the room expecantly, only to be disappointed. Sliding forward, still holding the white silk blanket, she let her feet rest on the floor, standing carefully. Without an emotion on her face, she walked around the room, throwing various objects to the floor in an almost violent rage, though it would be difficult to tell by only looking at her face that she was upset. Finally, she went to her dresser and took a photograph from it, and, still grasping the silk in her other hand, she went to her balcony. In a ghostly manner, the silk fell heavily from the sky.