He opened one of the bedrooms, automatically changed into someone else's sleeping attire, and slid into a warm spot in bed just vacated, and resumed a sound sleep.
Mikey was woken up by the sound of a radio alarm clicking on to local newsradio. He covered his head with a pillow and went back to bed like he usually did till his mother came to wake him up.
She didn't come. He eventually yawned, and eyes still closed, and headed toward the bathroom...and hit a wall, waking him wide up. Who moved the door?
He looked around. This wasn't his room. This was a girl's room. He looked down. And he was wearing a girl's nightie.
Looking out his window, he saw his house across the street. He must be in the Winslow's house. They were an older retired couple. While they were away, their college-age daughter was living there alone.
He needed to get the stone. But how? He couldn't just walk into his room without attracting attention.
