Linda stripped off the robe and hopped in the shower. The shower only took five minutes, just a bit of shampoo, some soap, and out. Drying off and putting the robe back on, she crossed back into Jon's room before pausing, looking down the hall toward the Master Bedroom. The idea of going down there felt wrong. She started to think on what it could mean. She was supposed to be getting dressed. She quickly closed the door. Dressed consisted of a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. She suddenly started, realizing what she had done. It was an action she'd performed hundreds of times...getting dressed in the morning, to the point she didn't even think about it.
Something was definitely wrong here. She waited a few minutes before Jon emerged, wearing a pair of skirt and a white blouse. "What are you wearing?" He said to her.
"What am I wearing...have you seen yourself?" Linda replied.
Jon turned to the mirror. "I...wait..." he remembered putting the clothes on, but he hadn't thought about it, his mind focused on the bed question.
"This isn't sleepwalking or something...is it?" Linda said.
"Unless we're still doing it," Jon said, "probably not."
