Naked forever

Things were uneventful until the next morning, when Chelsea woke up, naked, on her naked bed and her naked pillows. It was then that the realization of the events of yesterday came flooding back to her.

I was in the kitchen hearing the groggy waking up, followed by frantic steps, frantic opening and closing of drawers, and frantic opening and slamming of closet doors, before the frantic footsteps came rushing towards me.

"Jason!" Chelsea cried out in exasperation, "where are my clothes?!"

"You're naked forever, remember?" I sipped my coffee nonchalantly as Chelsea just stared at me blankly.

"Come on, Jason," she said much more calmly than I anticipated, "this isn't funny. What am I going to do for work tomorrow?"

"Just show up naked, duh," I shrugged as Chelsea sighed and stormed off.