Wear it for no one.
The clothes of the unobserved hour.
It comes in three colours.
One cut. Three lengths.
The light crosses the room before the world starts.
Silk charmeuse, 22 momme.
Weight is the first decision. Twenty-two momme is heavy for a robe. The silk falls instead of floating.
It takes your warmth and gives it back. At four in the morning you notice.
The belt is cut on the bias. A knot holds without pulling tight. The lining is the same cloth, because another cloth would not hang the same way.
A letter, rarely. The hour, the cloth, the next piece.