Monique M Roundtree

When an owl flies through

She had been sewing the finishing threads on a garment for a customer. She had a side job creating custom costumes for people who also loved getting into character and dressing up as much as she did. She would knit and crochet and wear her created prop armor and gear made with fabric and cardboard getting together with her friends and anyone else wanting to join on campus. Once she started being asked if she could make these cool creations by others who were interested, she started to gain a small valued gig. This particular customer was set to appear in a play and approached her on campus and asked her to create a nice flowing garb she thought came out pretty nice. It appeared as if she had spent all night working on this garment. New ideas kept her up and a bit of coffee. She decided to check her phone clock next to her sewing machine. Turning on the screen button she saw that it was 1:30 in the morning. She needed to get sleep as great as the thrill of creating something she was aware sleep was important to rest the mind for clarity on other projects. As she completed the garment she sat back in her chair.