I’ll be relating the one word prompt to my story. Hope it inspires. This costume is certainly not one I would confidently grab and don with any authority. The costume is a feeble version of myself. Sickly. But oh so strong. This costume is evolving daily, becoming the better version of me. My healed, well self. Upon ending my story, my costume will have advanced to a suit of honor. The ultimate costume that became the reality because of reality.
Train Bumor 