Was this some sort of joke?
Linda looked at the clock radio next to the bed. She had to get out of this ridiculous getup and into her clothes before anyone saw her.
She headed toward her room, and froze. Her knees grew weak as she saw who was standing there in front of the mirror, wearing her clothes. She fainted.
She was vaguely aware of people talking when she started to come to. "What happened to Linda?" One voice said.
"She fainted," another voice said. "Do you think she is using drugs?"
"I'm not sure," the first voice replied.
She opened her eyes.
