i walk the night alone

"damnit!" i screech into my closet. "i cannot find my pajamas!"

nonchalantly kate responds to me.

"i sold them to liz. for five dollars. a little extra money on the side."

all i could think was who in the hell would want my pajamas, because they aren't exactly top of the line. fuzzy pants from my mother, and an old tank top with a ratty sports bra makes up my nightly ensemble. oh baby. oh baby. hot stuff this evening.

"motherfucker." i tell kate, as i finally dig them out from my closet.