A Bad Dream...?

Slowly Violet sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She felt weirdly restless, like the sort of feeling when she would wake up overheating on hot summer nights. But the air felt fine, more or less, so she didn't know what the problem is. Thinking that maybe she could just use a glass of water, or a trip to the bathroom, Violet yawned and tossed her blanket off, making her way towards the door, only to be distracted by a piece of white fabric flung off to her bedroom floor. A sock, Violet realized, that she must have left on the bed by mistake. At least, that's what she thought, until the sock raised its... head?

"Eep."

Violet's eyes went wide, slumping against the wall in shock, the short 'meep' being all she could **** from her throat as the sock wiggled it's toes/head at her in a 'sniffing' sort of motion, before darting underneath the piles of other clothes. There was some rustling, and twitching, before the other animated outfits stopped playing dead, again slithering out into the open or otherwise joining with others to take the shape of their owner. Violet could hardly process what was happening; was this a dream, a nightmare? It felt to real to be a nightmare, but she couldn't really be seeing her clothes come to life. But then her eyes, scanning the room of her life-given garments, came to rest on the book she had been dutifully reciting from a few short hours before.

"No way..." Violet said, a hint of fear and giddiness in her voice, as she stepped closer to her clothes, running her hand along the sleeve of the sweatshirt she'd changed out of just before. It felt weirdly solid, still soft like her sweatshirt was, but pressing down even just a little depressed the fabric, with no actual flesh inside to help retain it's shape. A short laugh of discovery escaped Violet's lips, before she clamped a hand over her mouth. If this was real... maybe she'd try to figure out a way to tell her parent's before letting them find out about it. Occult magic seemed like a good way to get grounded for a long time.

Only, when Violet glanced over to the door, she saw something that made her heart sink. She'd opened the door slightly before discovering the sock, and now a pair of her shorts were inching over like an inchworm to push it open further, curious to see outside the room.

"No no no," Violet whispered, "don't do that, come on, come here," she called as if she were speaking to a pet instead of pants. Unfortunately, all this did was draw the attention of the rest of her living clothes, who saw an opportunity to explore. The sweatshirt/jeans outfit Violet had just been looking at pushed past her and opened the door the rest of the way, before motioning for the rest of it's kind to join it, which they did happily!

"No!" Violet said again, trying to somehow shout in a whisper, as more outfits slipped past her. A pair of yoga pants continued running as Violet snatched it's t-shirt top, which was dropped to the floor when a bra leaped. onto her head and covered her eyes. By the time she had torn it away and tossed it to the ground, the last of her clothes were making their way out of her room! Her mind racing, Violet dashed forward to chase them, only to fall with a thud on her face; looking back, she saw her bare ass sticking up into the air, the sweatpants pooled at her feet twisting themselves into a knot around her ankles!