Linda emptied the contents of her closet onto the bed. It was good she didn't throw much out. Some of the stuff hadn't fit her in a while. She took off the dress, which was starting to feel way too loose on her, and started to put on some of what she found.
Funny...I'm not sure I remember what year I bought these, she mused as she slipped into a pair of tight jeans and a blouse. They felt much more comfortable than the dress. She left everything on the bed, figuring she'd clean it up later. Life was too short.
Possibilities were on Linda's mind. Full of energy, and feeling particularly attractive at that moment, she started thinking about new possibilities. Maybe dating again. She hadn't in what seemed like ages. She had been telling herself it was because of her family, but that was just an excuse.
She came out of her room, humming and ran into Zoe. "Are you all right?" She said, in a somewhat bubbly mood. "You're dressed for bed," she said, looking at the black t-shirt Zoe was wearing.
