Journey Out of Hiding

 I woke up thinking of them today, I must think you don't. That couldn't be further from the truth, could it?  Their cries call out to me sounding just like I did, "Give me, give me!  Take my rags and give me proper clothing!"  "But child, you do not know that you are already dressed in robes that are wealthy and pure." Comes the soft reply.  The confident reply. The truth telling reply. I am, they are, already dressed? Already clothed? Yes!