She dropped her nightgown on the floor of her room and kept walking, naked...in search of clothes, part of her brain not understanding what she was doing, the other part in overdrive trying to make sense of it.
She didn't know where she was going, or why. She slipped out the door of her house, walking the streets until she entered an unfamiliar house.
She passed by a woman cooking a large breakfast and into a strange bedroom. To her horror, her hands, working without her approval, began to dress herself from the drawers of the room. The clothes were not only plain, they were gigantic! Yet somehow they didn't fall down.
It wasn't until she slipped on a pair of glasses that she regained control of herself. She took the glasses off...and the world turned into a blur. She put them back on, and all was suddenly clear.
She stood there, dumbfounded, wearing what looked like a tent on her and a pair of stranger's glasses.
"Sarah, breakfast!" A woman's voice called.
What the hell was going on?
