Reluctantly, Mia pulled on a blue coat that her mother had given her to replace the one she had lost. It felt foreign and stiff, nothing like the soft warmth of her beloved pink coat. She glanced in the mirror, feeling like a different person entirely. The color wasn’t her, the texture wasn’t familiar, but she had no choice. The blue coat would have to do, even though she longed for the comforting embrace of her favorite coat, now just a memory.