I was scoped up.
Cradled in the palm of it. 
Wrapped in warming isolation.
Safe in a cozy cover of fear. 
Well today I hung up my housecoat for a moment.
And sought sunlight.
It was just as warm.
Jolting.
My housecoat hung upon a nail awaiting my return. 
I did as such. 
For a time.
Time passed as it's ought to. 
I retired my housecoat once more.
But to be worn again. 
This is a new dance to me.
An evolution upon a well worn frock. 
New golden satin with lace trim.
Worn proudly.
Hung proudly.
For both be
an opportunity of love.