Novel & Cerita Dreaming Changing Clothes

I was wearing my pajamas, the soft cotton pants and oversized t-shirt I always slept in, but I had no memory of putting them on. The last thing I remembered was sinking into that hot bath and closing my eyes as the warmth made me drowsy, and then the nightmare of the door opening and the figure reaching for me, but that had been a dream because I was here in my bed and dressed for sleep and I had absolutely no memory of getting out of the tub or drying off or putting on these clothes or walking to my bedroom.

Gray warned her about the side effects, but they were rare -- or if it was from her sleepwalking for most of the night. Her closet was in shambles this morning when she pulled herself out of Dena's bed. Dresses, shoes, and underwear were everywhere. Dena said she spent hours changing clothes and modeling them and dancing in her panties throughout the house, and the thought that Race might have seen her parading around in nothing but a few scraps of lace horrified her. He'd already left for his morning ride when she got up, so she was saved the embarrassment of facing him.

I tried to rationalise the lingering physical discomfort as stress. I let out a shaky breath and dragged a hand down my face, my mind trying to process everything that happened last night. That was all it had to be. The tension. The fear. The… confusion. A dream. Nothing more. It had to be stress. Swinging my legs off the bed, I noticed neatly folded clothes on a chair. A dress—simple but elegant. Soft fabric that looked expensive even without touching it. Underneath it were undergarments, shoes placed carefully beside the chair, and even a small clutch bag.

That an idiotic act. Huh? Wait. I caught a glance of myself on the mirror. I'm not wearing the gown anymore. My sleep wouldn't have been comfortable if I slept with it. The time I went unconscious last night, it was like a button to make me fall asleep in an instant. I’m wearing white sleeping clothes now. Like the ones they put in one of those creepy dolls. My eyes widened all of a sudden and wrapped my arms around me. Don't they dare tell me that they did some unimaginable things to my body.

They might be still in here. I quickly put my clothes on. The door isn’t locked. I can’t just lock the door since this isn’t my room. Someone might barge in while I am dressing up so I put my clothes on as quickly as possible. After finishing up, I quickly went out of the room and rush towards my room. I shut the door close and jump on the bed. When I felt the softness and comfort of my bed, I immediately felt my eyelids getting heavy. After a few seconds, I let myself close my eyes and pull myself into the dreamland—

But first, I needed to get dressed and get out of this room. I dressed quickly, tugging on a pair of black jeans, a grey T-shirt, and my worn leather jacket. My fingers hesitated as I laced up my boots, my mind drifting back to the dream—the glowing eyes, the impossible sense of being seen. I shook my head and stood, refusing to let the feeling take root again. It was just a nightmare. Nothing more.

I enter my room and gather the courage to change the dress because I don't think I can sleep with this on this is so heavy, and I used to sleep in comfortable clothes. I walked into my closet to get my night clothes to change. Yes, yes I slept in the morning too, but meet so many peoples, dancing, and performing rituals tired me again. I need a full 6 hours of sleep now, to make my brain work as a normal human being again.

It's really just a dream. I roam around, it's already forenoon. I slept for a very long time. I wonder, if Noire was already awake. Maybe he's still not. I need to find out myself. But, I looked like a mess right now. I suddenly remembered, that I didn't change my clothes last night. I'm so exhausted, that I'm not able even change my clothes into a sleep wear. No problem, with it. I still manage to sleep peacefully, this dress, it's so delicate and fine. That's why I can still sleep last night.

I try to think of something else as I change, not wanting to dwell onto what happened or else I'll be overcome with emotions. The only time I finally look into the mirror, is when I'm changed into his clothes, which consists of grey sweat pants and a black, long sleeved sweat shirt. It's obvious that the clothes are big but I think they don't look too bad. I have to fold the end of the sleeves, for my hands to be visible. I'm convinced that he might have looked for the smallest looking ones. " Don't think about it." I tell myself, when I feel my throat tighten and chest heat up.

I sighed as I hanged my jacket on the counter. "Prepare, it's time to work, your work clothes are on your bed, I know it would be perfect on your body" He divulged, staring at my room which was opened slightly, it felt like someone had crept into my room looking for information. I couldn't blame an old man for this kind of things. "It's just my imagination, it would surely wade off" I muttered to myself as I quickly changed into the work clothes, happy that it looked perfect on me. I liked every bit of it.