Novel & Cerita Dreaming Changing Clothes

We are getting to know each other, our likes and dislikes over the weekends. Today is a Thursday but I don't have much work. Next week, my fashion show is going to happen and I just wish it happens smoothly. Lying on my bed and missing his touch, I realized that my wardrobe has drastically changed over a month. Earlier one could find the usual business suits and modest clothes but now I have a wonderful collection of myriads of sexy lingerie and other skimpy clothes in a variety of colors and types. I, at times, wonder if it's my wardrobe only.

I couldn’t do it. “There.” I jerked my head towards the wardrobe. “That’s where I want to start.” Harper frowned, his head cocking to one side. “In the wardrobe?” “Yeah.” His confused gaze followed me as I shrugged off the duvet, my arms folding instinctively across my chest, my back hunching. My baggy t-shirt and shorts showed too much of me, and in that moment I decided that I would wear a long sleeve top and full pyjama bottoms from now on, no matter how warm I got from tossing and turning, fighting against the nightmares and tangling in the bed sheets as I fitfully slept. Or perhaps clothes would be better, safer, if I ever had to run.

I shot up in my bed; my sheets were soaked from sweat. I had let out a scream but no one was home to hear it. It was a dark shadowy day outside so my room was dim and I sat there wracking my mind, just trying to remember my dream. I couldn't really remember it; all I could recall was that it was frightening and more of a nightmare than a dream. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and decided to just go take a shower. I walked across the bedroom in all of my nudity to the bathroom. As I looked up into the mirror, I could see that my dark curly hair was now nothing but wet, matted frizz. I reached to grab a ponytail holder and looked back at my reflection. But it was no longer just me.

What is this place? One of them, short with dark brown curls and wide, gentle eyes, takes a hesitant step toward me. “Don’t come any closer!” I shout, my voice sharp. “I want to know what happened to my dress! Tell me—how did my clothes change into this?” I point accusingly at the casual cotton dress I remember wearing, now folded neatly on the chair in the corner. And then at the silk nightdress I now have on. It’s soft, elegant, and nothing like what I had on before I passed out.

I ignore him and tries to forget what happened today before going back to the book I am reading. When the clock strikes at six in the evening, I decided to stand up and change my clothes, knowing that I haven’t change earlier. I feel a little sticky now because I have been using the same clothes for the whole day, making me feel uncomfortable for not changing it the moment I went home. Since my clothes are inside Damian’s place, I went straight up to his room to grab a pair of house clothes.

he said, smiling at me. “Did I change into your clothes myself because I can't remember doing so,” “Oh. I changed you,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “What? You mean you undressed me and you saw my nakedness?” He raised his hands quickly, eyes widening. “No! No, I didn’t see anything. I swear.” I crossed my arms, trying to look serious, though I felt my cheeks warming. “Then how did I end up in your shirt?” “I closed my eyes and did my best not to look. I just... didn’t want you to sleep in that dress. It looked uncomfortable for you. You were half-asleep, mumbling about how it itched and your zipper was halfway down already, so…”

I went to bed overwhelmed and hurt, hoping to wake up lighter and relieved, and then this? Soon, it was as if someone whispered into my ears, and instantly, I opened the dress I was wearing and found out that even my underwear had been changed. I let out a loud scream. I was sure about everything. I usually wore matching colored underwear but I saw myself in a different color of bra and panties. “Why on earth did my underwear get changed?” I murmured.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Yeah, because I fell asleep. I turned to the side, and I didn't find Aphrodite next to me. I saw myself, the blanket that should have been on her, now this blanket is on me. "She gave me the blanket." I got out of bed, then I changed into casual clothes that humans usually wear. They call these pajamas. I changed clothes with a snap of my fingers, then blue silk striped pajamas were attached to my body, complete with a purple robe that would definitely make my appearance look even more high class.

Yes, I said I was going to tell you about what happened to my clothes. So yeah I was in the shower singing my lungs out dancing to Heat Waves by Glass Animals when I went back to the room and opened the closet and realized they were new clothes in there. Meaning that someone walked in on me screaming my lungs out. But I still didn't get why there was a change of clothes...it was confusing. plus, Diego shouldn't get annoyed by my choice of clothes, they got changed without me knowing!!! He sighed. "You know what, never mind, let's go", he said.