She was dimension traveling. She had been doing it so long she forgot why.
As her sight faded between the different layers of parallel worlds, she held her hand up to better see her aura and thus to know if she was traveling in a correct mindset or not.
And that is when it caught her eye.
It was a ring on her wedding finger. It was so diaphanous she nearly missed it, so she backtracked a few layers and found it again.
Yes, there was a wedding gown on the back of her wrist. On some level somewhere in some distant world not unlike her own, they were celebrating this day with a wedding.
But not in this world. In this world, it is nothing more than International Steampunk Day, and she was suddenly thinking of how cleaning up that last mess on the coffee table had made her realize that everything in the room sang to her of his name.
The song was of his absence.
After sitting with a friend and weeping for a while, she finally decided to admit what she hoped was not to be taken as a sad thing, but of a celebration of the discovery of what it feels like to lose a true love.
She took a picture of the necklace she had made and began to write a story.
"I haven't been able to write anything lately because Anthony and I have been broken up. Anthony inspired all of the characters I care about in my stories in some way or another."
Happy International Steampunk Day
Celebrate the people in your life that mean something to you. I might go fly a kite now.