I walk into the library wearing a long winter jacket, brown wool with faux fur cuffs and neck line. Auburn curls tossed and wild from the cold winter wind that blows viciously through the narrow city streets.
Shaking with gratitude to be lost amongst the steamy warmth of house of fantasies, fact and myth, I walk to the fourth floor slowly opening my jacket as the heat reaches my body. I sensed I am being watched, stopping to look around, I see no one.
Smiling to myself, I continue and find the desk in the corner lost amongst the stacks of my desire.. books.. keepers of dreams, truth and history.. myth making, bliss enhanced, artful colorings of life.
My coat off now reveals a tasteful black skirt cut to mid thigh, short enough to demand attention while long enough to deem respect. Black silky stockings grace my legs, secret knowledge that they are lace topped thigh his make me giggle with glee. Leather knee hi boots with 3" heels creates an Amazonian appearance, regal and wanton. I love being tall and walk with an air of confidence that blooms from my essence.