...Not wearing pants!

“I can’t eat yet, not without any pants at least.” Rose thought, nearly slapping herself on the forehead. She quickly walked over to her dresser, and opened her athletic wear drawer. There were plenty of shirts, socks, and underwear. But not a single pair of sweatpants, or athletic shorts! She closed it, frustrated she would have to put on actual pants that she preferred to save for a day out.

Rose opened the next drawer, her shorts drawer. A quick look inside confirmed the same fate of the previous drawer: not a single pair of shorts in site. She slammed it shut. “Fuck me, are you serious?” She said aloud. A look back to the laundry pile in the corner of her room confirmed her suspicions of the disappearance of pants. She tiptoed towards the pile, and picked up a pair of pajama pants. A light sniff of them made her retch. “Gross! What the hell happened?” She questioned. Rose grabbed the can of air freshener on her nightstand and sprayed a generous amount over the pile.

She sat puzzled. “Well I’ve got to wear something. What can I wear?”