The Portrait
Playing. Creating. Just. For. Fun.
Screenshot of my Tumblr Reblog from History of Fashion
She sits demurely. Her dress silent. The shadow of its ruffling movement spills upon the floor waiting. Waiting. Waiting for her graceful shift of position. Still, she moves. Still - the smell of her hair moves about her in a swirl of quiet pleasantness.
What was that? The quick momentary dance of a foot rearranged. She turns her head only slightly to cast her gaze upon the landscape. Stillness is her shroud, the chair her comforting womb. She is embraced by more than landscaped satin silk. Peace holds her to its bosom. She rests.
My prompt for today. Thank you history-of-fashion!
