Day 2: Short Story for a Monday Morning

   On the hanger hung the words take me in your arms. I put them on, but they didn't fit me right. I walked outside, arms crossed, head down, embarrassed at my ill-fittingness. Does this make me look human I asked a gravestone. I asked a window reflection. I went home and hung them up on the hanger, shoved back to the back of the closet with all the other pretty things I hope to one day wear.