Morning drive

Something was wrong.

I didn't know what it was, exactly, but as I sat inside my car stuck in traffic I had the strange sensation that I'd forgotten to do something important.

I was a writer by profession, and to help with my creativity I kept myself to a strict routine. Like every other day I'd woken up, showered, grabbed my purse and headed out to my car. Nothing unusual about that. I was on my way to my favourite drive-thru coffee shop to grab some breakfast, the same as I did every day. Yet something... I frowned. What? What was it? The pedal felt a little weird beneath my foot, a little colder than normal, so... was it something to do with my car? I shook my head to rid myself of the nagging sensation.

A few minutes later I pulled up outside the drive-thru microphone, and placed my normal order; a blueberry muffin, and a cappuccino with extra sugar. Then I drove around to the drive-thru window. The server turned around with my things in his hands, but as he saw me his eyes widened with shock.

"I... I... uh..." he stammered.

"It's four fifty, right?" I asked helpfully, waving a five dollar note in front of him.

"Y-yeah. Sure."

He took the money from me and, without taking his eyes off of me, rang it into the till. He passed over the goods and my change once he'd finished.

"Nice tits." he muttered.

My eyes widened with indignation. "What did you just say?!" I demanded.

"Your tits are awesome. It's great the way you just show them off like that."

Show them off? I looked down at myself... and screamed. I was naked. Why was I naked? Panicking, I stomped my foot onto the pedal - that's why it felt so cold, I was barefoot! - and quickly escaped onto the main road. I couldn't believe it! It suddenly occurred to me that when I'd gotten out of the shower I'd received a call from my agent. I'd skipped getting dressed to answer the call, and then I'd just left without thinking! Oh my god, what was wrong with me?

Something else was about to be wrong with me, however. In my rear view mirror I caught the flashing of a police siren.

"Oh bloody hell." I swore.