like gold

flax, cotton, silk and honey blended into a rare fiber and woven into a luxurious and priceless cloth. there were guards posted at my door while i worked. people were directed to whisper. sometimes i could feel eyes trying to catch glimpse of fabric falling from the far end of my loom. everyone waited anxiously for me to finish, but it was a careful and time consuming process that could not be rushed. i felt peaceful.