The Little Black Sparkly Dress

Once upon a time there was a little black dress which lived in an over-crowded closet. It hated being in there because it was dark and cramped. All it longed for was to get out...just once. It wanted to be worn and enjoyed. It was a perfect little dress with sequins and sparkles...not too many but just enough to get noticed. It was a shy and felt very alone.

Each time the closet door would open it would sparkle brightly hoping that today would be its chance to be chosen, and each time...the clothes would be touched and moved and gazed upon...but someone else would be taken for the outing.

But it never lost hope.

It remembered the day that it was chosen in the store, like it was yesterday. It had been hanging on the rack for many months just waiting for the perfect person, then one day along she came. She was perfect. She seemed so excited to find it. She felt the material and touched the sequins and smiled. She held it up to her in front of the mirror and then took it into the change room. It had been in that room many times before, but this time it felt differently. When she looked at herself in the mirror a broad smile came onto her face and she said aloud "This is perfect...it is even the right length."

It knew immediately that it had finally found a home where it would be happy. It could tell by the way that the woman treated it when she came home...carefully putting its special hanging loops onto the hanger... that this woman appreciated it. And ever once in a while the woman would take it out and try it on in front of her mirror, testing out different shoes to see how they looked. She wanted the little black dress.

But it had been years since that special day in the store and still no outing. The trips out to be tried on in front of the mirror had diminished and it was losing hope.

It never doubted how the woman felt about it. Each time it was brought out into the light it could see the smile it brought to her face and how it transformed her. It was doing everything it could. It just needed to have patience and it knew that that special day would come. The door would open and the other clothes would be tossed aside and it would be chosen. It would have the outing it had dreamed about...to a brighter place with lots of music and many people where it could twirl and shine...all of them commenting on how beautiful it was and how the light caught its sparkles.

One day soon...