Dreaming in Digital

It was the day before Wafer's wedding and everyone was getting ready at my parent's old house, back on Avocado. I remember getting my dress from the master bedroom's walk-in closet, and grabbing my dress. One of the bridesmaids walked by, her dress tailored and ready, and I realized I haven't done that yet. With hours before the next day (and the wedding, which started at midnight), with my sewing kit, I moved to the living room and sat behind the dining table to work. My partnered groomsman sat beside me, as he had repairs to do on his suit. I worked in a frenzied state trying to shorten the hem of my dress without a plan or knowledge of how.