A sleepy mistake

The night before had been a blast. Isabel had gone to a party next door in which she was the absolute queen of the night. She was the center of attention the entire time, and she loved every minute of it. And with added self-esteem comes added drinks, and she had one too many. She didn't black out and nothing scandalous happened.

But she did feel it in her head today. Badly.

Tired and hungover, the beautiful blonde stepped out of her bedroom in her large t-shirt that reached her mid-thighs. She forgot to remove her makeup from the evening before when she went to bed, and her head was too tired to really take the best decisions at this time.

She had slept all the way to 12:30 PM, and the weather was beautiful. She opened her curtains and looked outside, not really enjoying the light hitting her eyes at all.

Deciding to get things over with as soon as possible, she decided to check her mail right away. She put her feet into a pair of crocs as she stepped outside and walked towards her mail box. Empty. That didn't bother her too much, as the tired Isabel turned around and walked towards the closed door.

The empty mail box didn't bother her, but the closed door would. Because it wasn't just closed, it was locked. Shaking the handle a few times, the hungover Isabel suddenly realized that her lack of awareness had made her forget her keys in the process. At first she was just annoyed, but then she realized her state of dress. Dressed in only her crocs and a large white t-shirt, her eyes went wide as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt with both hands to keep it down. It never showed anything underneath it to begin with, but Isabel held it to be sure. Because what was underneath wasn't anything to write home about.

It was, in fact, nothing at all.