If I were a mode of transportation, I would be a small but sturdy boat sailing calmly through waters unknown.
If I were a time of day, I would be the evening in between a bad morning and a great night.
If I were a room, I would be a bedroom; a sanctuary and the only place where people are their true selves.
If I were a form of weather, I would be the sunniest of days.
If I were a time in history, I would be alive on a day where Zora Neale Hurston would be alive to teach me.
If I were an item of clothing, I would be a dress – giving confidence and comfort.
If I were a body of water, I would be the Atlantic.