Not to wear

I stare back into that drawer, I stare and I stare and I stare, considering my options and deciding if I should just put on a pair of panties and move on but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t let him win.

After making my mind up I decide I need to quickly figure out what I’m going to do. I bottle it down to three options.

Plan A: go to Adam’s room and see if I can find my old underwear

Plan B: see if I can find a pair of Adam’s underwear which might fit me well enough that I could borrow it for today

Plan C: commando