I am a Tapestry. Come gaze at me.

Today was a most unusual day.
As I heard the expected footsteps approach my sprawled out body,
I welcomed them with a most genial tone, “Hello. Please, step on me.”
I tightly closed my red eyes and waited for the usual jolts of pain to shuffle across my dented back.
Yet, today was a most unusual day.
The feet stopped in front of my face. Could this be? They were rejecting to walk over me?
I slowly raised my head in fear of an unsatisfied customer’s complaint.
It was a man’s bare feet spread with a coat of dirt like frosting on the cake.
I stuttered with a fearful smile, “I’m sorry. Are you not satisfied with this rug, sir?”
The silence pierced me and I placed my head back in the muddied dirt.
Then, I heard the man kneel down and wrestle with the dirt. He was lying down.
He was lying down, at my level? It was a most unusual day.
With irritated eyes I opened them wide. There he was,
the man three inches from me, staring with his head resting on his crossed forearms.
I was speechless and replied to his stare with yet another stare.
“Why do you insist on being a rug, dear lady?” The stranger said with a melancholy look.
I stuttered in speech, “I am doing others a favor, don’t you see?”
“You lie to yourself. For you are no rug. You do not belong on the dirt, under the other’s feet. “
Then he softly grabbed my chin, that most daring stranger.
“You belong on the walls of the most famous gallery in Rome, dear lady. For you are a tapestry.”
I was silenced forever, so it seemed. Stunned, he picked me up.
He brushed me off and placed me in his arms like a prized painting in a gallery.
Proudly, he displayed me for the world to see.
With a wide grin and proud countenance he placed a sign on me, “I am a Tapestry. Come gaze at me.”