Truth was she liked skirts. No, she<em>loved</em>skirts but after the accident everything turned upside down for Imma and she didn't feel the right to wear a cloth like that anymore, nor the sleeveless tops she was so fond of and from what she had a wide and colourful collection, each piece a fully written sheet in her mental diary.<br/>So she turned back to jeans and T-shirt with a minimal cleavage and with much sorrow hidden under their material...<br/>But now, a sparkle began to dance on the skin of her cheeks and blushing slightly as a springtime tulip she asked back. Insecure. Hoping?... She stopped halfway in her dressing moves.<br/>"Really?... I mean.. it doesn't disturb you?? The sight of my arms...?"<br/>The young woman looked away - she hated that cardigan and only kept it there, close to the door to be ready and 'invisible' enough if somebody comes.<br/>