The Sixth of January

While I was delirious last night, my brain was flooded with the seeds of brilliant entries.

I can't recall any of them right now. Except one image lingers. A woman (could it have been me?) in a swishy purple silk dress with yards and yards of skirts rushing madly down dark corridors. I prefer to think it was my princess dress and not just my down comforter.


I was trying to find a nice image, but I stopped here, and could go no further