... And that's what I've been doing all this time: just waiting.

Of course, every once in a while something would change, like one of us on the pile would be taken away, only to return later, slightly different, but it was a long time until anything really happened.

Then one day, someone came over and gathered me up and stuffed me, along with some other things like what looked to be spools of thread and different fabrics, into a little white bag with a single drawstring. It was tight and cramped inside the bag and I guess my head just wouldn't fit, because this person tried for a while to cram it inside, too, before finally settling on letting it stay outside.

Then they tightened the single drawstring around my neck, like a noose, and put me back where I was on the table, where I've been ever since.