This beautiful moment is cut short. Not by a sudden pull back to my waking life, but by a voice shouting from outside the room. And just when I was getting a glimpse at myself too!

“—You awake yet?” the voice asks. Maybe they’re down the hall, or are they behind the bedroom door?

Oh, what difference does it make — I gotta get dressed!

The panties must be sensing my desperation, rolling up and around itself — how is it so flimsy and yet so impossible to get back on right?

”Oof!” I yelp, yanking the fabric up and past my waist to wedgie levels of elevation.

If I could just lock the door before they barge in and see me…