A woman noticed a small section of embroidery in the middle of the wall in her bedroom. It was too small to make out any pattern, so she decided to leave it alone. To see what developed. Days passed and she forgot about it. One night, she noticed it had grown to the point that it now covered her light switch, but she still paid it no mind. The light switch really wasn’t very important to her. Finally, one night she saw it suddenly. She found herself, all at once surrounded by embroidery. Violent green and suffocating red, everywhere she turned. She began tearing the strands out of the wall as fast as she could, but the more she pulled the more she herself became tied up in them. White, navy blue, mustard yellow. She was drowning in anger, obliviousness. Her husband called to her from another room.