LuciMarteli

I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling the soft fabric of the duvet under my hands. The evening sun crept in through the window, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor.. I had spent the whole morning sorting my closet, but now, in a small pile next to me, lay the reward: the clothes I had bought over the weekend.. I opened the crispy paper bag and took out the set. First, the top. It was immaculately white, cotton so fine that it felt like a fresh caress against the skin.. I slid it over my head, fitting perfectly. The fabric was light, but gave me an immediate feeling of neatness and comfort. Then the bottom. It was a pair of shorts, in a vibrant yellow that reminded me of the peel of a ripe lemon.. I knew when I saw it that it would be the key piece; it was a color so full of energy that just looking at it lifted my spirit.. I stood to see myself in the full-length mirror. A sigh of pure satisfaction escaped my lips. The white of the top made the yellow stand out even more. It wasn’t just the clothes; it was the way I felt wearing them. The ensemble was not sophisticated, but cheerful and casual. The fabric moved with me, effortlessly, allowing me to turn in a small circle. I felt a wave of warmth run down my chest. There was nothing like the simple and personal pleasure of knowing that you look good, that your choice of color and cut has been a resounding success. It was a little secret of happiness, just mine, reflected in the glass. I walked up to the mirror, touching the edge of the top’s collar, then sliding my fingers down the elastic waistband of the pants.. It was the feeling of the new, what was clean and waiting for his first adventure. The room felt brighter, and I felt light and ready. I took a breath of air, smiling at my reflection. "Perfect," I whispered. It wasn’t just a top and shorts; it was a reset, a little boost of confidence.