Ok, yesterday's post made me feel like I was naked standing in front of my locker. Or even worse, wearing my granny gown whilst wandering the halls. This was a recurring dream of mine during high school. Apparently due to the conflicted feelings I had for my ankle-length cream-coloured flannel gown with pink flowers and lace trim. It was hot and twisted around my entire body by the time morning had rolled around, yet I felt a curious devotion to it. Perhaps because my grandma gave it to me? Or because I was in love with Laura Ingalls? ...Probably more the latter.
No matter, after I was finally free of it, I have continued to rebel wearing nothing but undies or a shortie set. I'm not a naked sleeper. I can do it for a short period of time sure but as soon as I'm up for the bathroom, something must be slipped on. Kinda like no matter how hot it is I must at least have a sheet covering me. Maybe I'm worried someone will break in with a camera & photograph me? Or perhaps due to traumatic incidents from childhood viewing naked parents? Again, probably more the latter.
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