As Sam slept

Resolution to this insanity was soon approaching. The person would come take the wardrobe off his hands, and this madness would be THEIR problem.

Exhausted from the stress of dealing with all of this today he quickly brushed his teeth and immediately passed out- not even having the energy to try to change out of these stupid pajamas.

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The wardrobe emitted a quiet glow as it did the night before. The hue shifting from a pale color to a more pink like color- as it absorbed energy from the articles of clothing it provided Sam that he wore.

More energy to provide the perfect life for for the spells owner.

The stockings, the daisy dukes, the pajamas...with each extention of power, the more the spell affirmed its benefit to its owner.

The spell determined that its residence should no longer be attached to a physical object, but the owner who has been benefitting from its use. The glow of the wardrobe shone brighter as the doors blew open.

Sam was lifted into the air while his blankets were pulled off of him. A swirl of stardust escaped the depths of the closet and found their way to Sam.

The wardrobe ceased to illuminate and Sam was gently placed back onto the bed.