Take off your stuffy pyjama top

Stupid top. You never really got the point of wearing it to sleep anyway. You mumble quietly as you search for your watch. You scoop it up and take a quick look at the time. 10:30. Just as well you have the day off today. You move over to your draws and pull each one out, looking for your calendar. It might be able to explain the itch developing. You grab the edge of the wad of papers to find a long line in pink under todays date. Your heat cycle starts today. Shit.