Came Back From Somewhere

After I finished making a headdress, I looked at my table.

I couldn't tell where the headdress ended and the fabric began.

Fabric was everywhere.

It looked like someone had been searching for something.

 

...

Yes, that someone was me.

 

I don't remember making decisions.

I just remember looking through fabric.

I knew what I was looking for.

Looking at the table, I could almost see what had happened.

I must have been pulling fabric out one after another.

I don't remember doing any of it.

It felt like I'd just come back.

 

This happens sometimes.

I finish making something...

and only then do I realize what I was doing.

 

Where was I?