Good Morning

The morning greets you with bright sunshine from a cloudless sky. Your aunt’s bed had done miracles for you it exhaustion, although as your head spins slightly when you sit up, you suspect your stamina might not be what it once was. Something to work your way up to, a goal, that’s what you need. A little better every day and you’ll be as right as rain in no time flat.

You had fallen asleep in the pair of pyjamas you had left the hospital in, and they still smelled of that place. Despite acknowledging that the team saved both yours and Aunt Katy’s lives, that was not a smell you cherished. Eyeing your taped up suitcase, you decide that there has to be an easier route to fresh clothes, one that doesn’t involve sorting through piles of potentially destroyed garments, at least temporarily.

Carefully, you stand up and pad across the floor to your aunt’s dresser. You have a good feeling about the upper right-hand-drawer, and are rewarded with a jackpot. Neatly folded, well organized, just like you would want it. Pyjamas. You’re not picky, so you pull out the first set, a pink floral patterned silk top and matching shorts. They will do perfectly.

Back home you often slept in the nude, but now that you’re holding the soft fabric in your hands, you wonder why you would ever subject your body to being exposed to your sheets when it could be adorned in such a soothing material. Laying it out on the dresser, you slip out of the hospital clothes and deposit them in the laundry hamper. You follow suit with your underwear and socks. No point in wearing dirty clothes when you have perfectly clean ones at hand.

The drawer next to the PJs holds more fresh underwear than you ever considered owning. A quick mental inventory of your home stock was one pair of underwear for every day of the week, plus two pairs, you know, just in case. Your Aunt Katy seems to have a different philosophy. She seems to buy underwear for what it looks like, what it feels like. For Katy, underwear is an extension of her style, something you’ve never thought of. Now that you are seeing it first hand though, it makes a lot of sense.

You select a white pair of panties, nothing too frilly or expensive looking. You just need something to wear while you build up the stamina to go through your own things.

Slipping into the clothes feels refreshing. You’ve never had the feeling of silk against your skin like this, and you like it. You make a mental note to shop for silk pajamas when you get a chance. The top is a little loose, of course, since you lack the laudable breasts that adorn your aunts chest, but it doesn’t matter. Even if you don’t look perfect, you feel perfect enough.

Behind the door to the room, hanging on a hook, is a grey Terry cloth robe. You pull it down and slide it on. After tying the waist, you look at yourself in the mirror above the dresser. The robe comes down almost to your knees, leaving your legs exposed. Your new pajamas show just enough around your chest to give a splash of colour. In short, you look just like you feel. Wonderful.

Feeling your tummy rumble, and the complaint of your full bladder, you decide it’s time to leave the room and start your day. You open the door and step out to see what awaits you.