Dream Journal
I had nothing to wear for work that day. I went to the thrift store and grabbed a long black skirt, two tops, and one sweater to try on. I was in a hurry because I had to be at work soon, so I tried the items on in the aisles over my pajamas.
A clerk came over to me, saying, “Ma’am! Ma’am!” I stood with a sweater halfway over my head and thought I was about to be scolded for not using a dressing room, but she asked me what the word was that described two people who are pregnant but they’re not married.
I tried to slowly pull the sweater off so as to not draw any attention to the fact that I was trying clothes on in the aisle, and I told the woman that I didn’t know the word she was looking for.
I walked toward the dressing room and saw Steve pushing a cart. He had tried on a black button-down shirt and left it unbuttoned. He held out the two sides of the shirt and wiggled his butt at me. We laughed and I thought he was cute. Steve took off his shirt and handed it to me all bunched up. I tossed it into the cart.
I looked for the jeans section, and finally found the jeans tacked to the wall. I couldn’t find my size this way, and most were too high to pull down. I was disappointed in the selection and organizing skills of this particular thrift store.
I saw a very pretty piece of fabric folded neatly on a table with a number 10 label on it. It was pink, black, and white swirled. I picked it up and discovered it was a pretty halter dress, perfect to wear to a wedding. I wanted to try it on, but it was 7am now and time for work.
Themes: Steve