Who's Aubrey...

With my arm extended out before me, I’m dragged up the stairs while Dakota’s hand wraps itself around my wrist like a binding shackle that holds me captive. Left to clamber behind her in haste, I watch on in amusement as a cheerful skip grows within her step as we storm heavily down the hallway. Despite my struggle to keep up, I giggle alongside her while she oozes in excited positivity; her joyous mood uplifting my own with each bounding step we take towards my room. As if we were on the brink of running out of time, Dakota eagerly steers me through the doorway when she races towards the large wardrobe. While the bedroom door closes behind us with a loud thud, a pitiful realisation abruptly dawns on me, attempting to dampen my brightening mood as I pout from the newly uncovered hurdle that appears to stand in my way. Other than the gifted pyjamas that I have on, I have nothing else to wear. Unless my hosts miraculously kept the torn and shredded outfit I had worn upon my discovery;