It was lovely once you got in. You know your dress is close to dry. Hey, what defines a frock? You could wear this to lunch. Just love the colours. Even with it being inside out. Still some-ways provocative. A fallen shoulder strap, rests on an imaginary arm. Such wild, wild pastels. (Yet a softness.) Wow.....Now who felt that? I can't be the only one who loves the way it is spelt. The word breeze. You should put it on. We'll go. Work out the afternoon. Over lunch. I unpegged it. Such a yes. A glowing splendour. She was approaching. Her lips tending to hum. She was now holding the dress. She agreed that it was dry.It was dry, we were ready for our next social experiment.