Stay undressed

Zoe, or the consciousness inhabiting the body, couldn't shake the surreal feeling that had taken hold of her this morning. The thought of getting dressed felt like just another part of an elaborate pretense. If nothing belonged to her, what did it matter what she wore or if she wore anything at all?

She left the bathroom, letting the towel fall away as she walked, unencumbered and detached. The sensation of air on the body's skin was a stark reminder of the body's vulnerability, yet it didn't bother her. These were just feelings, experienced through a vessel she could not claim as her own. She wandered through the apartment, aimlessly touching objects that seemed familiar, and which could be useful to her, yet they could not be hers.

As she meandered into the kitchen, she noticed a window overlooking the busy street below. She stood there, naked, feeling a strange urge to expose the body to the world. What would it matter if people saw this body? It wasn't hers. It was merely a shell, something she was using.

She pushed the window open and leaned out slightly, feeling the breeze caress her skin. People walked by, oblivious to the revelation unfolding above them. Zoe felt a mix of fear and exhilaration. An inner voice screamed at her to pull back, but it couldn't be her inner voice, and she was curious. What would happen if she stood here, fully exposed, for the world to see?

Zoe made a decision. She climbed up onto the windowsill and stood there, naked and unashamed, contemplating the busy street below. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she balanced precariously, the whole scene feeling like a vivid dream.