The day it starts

The alarm blares right next to her head. She automatically reaches over to turn it off. She immediately undresses and grabs a towel. She turns on the shower and let’s her beautiful body soak. She steps out only to realize that the towel had gone missing. “Oh, I bet my little brother, Drew, did this.” She says, aware that she was mostly asleep.

She starts to turn the place upside down looking for the towel. Before she knows it she is downstairs and has searched everywhere. She opens another cupboard, only to, again, find nothing. She sees some toast and coffee laying out and decides to have breakfast. As she feels pleasured to a nice warm meal, she suddenly realizes the time! She hadn’t looked while searching frantically for her towel. She slings her backpack upon her back and thrusts open the door to a chilly, strange feeling.

Only is it then she realized how wet and buck-ass nude she really was. She slams it shut with her back pressed against it. She must’ve forgotten during the big search. She run back upstairs and scavenges any clothes she can find.