Slowly, she pulled the loose thread from the fabric that wrapped her for years. Stitch by stitch the knots loosened, the seams that held her started to come undone. In the corner of the room, she fell to her knees amidst the tangled strings. Beneath the light of the moon, she smiled for she can finally breathe.

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Written for November Notes hosted by two lovely and awesome writers, my dearie Rosema of A Reading Writer and Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies. Come, join the musical fun! πŸ˜€

Music Prompt for Day 2: Details in Fabric by Jason Mraz