Pants are necessary. As are socks, trousers, a t-shirt, a coat because it is raining, and shoes. All of these things and more are needed before you can leave the house. But there were none in the house. She knew there used to be. She left the house just yesterday to buy bananas and an umbrella and had been dressed appropriately. Now she stood in Winnie the Pooh pyjamas and stared at empty cupboards and drawers. She had nothing but the pyjamas she stood in and a broken umbrella.
The bananas were gone too.
This was unusual but not too unusual. Just the tiring side of inconvenient.
Since she was still in pyjamas, she decided to go back to bed and wait this out. Maybe everything would come back tomorrow. She spent the day lying in bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling, checking to see if her clothes had come back and watching YouTube videos of cats falling off ledges. She spent the night tossing and turning in the discomfort of sleeping in the clothes you’ve been wearing all day.
Her clothes were back the next morning.
Unfortunately, this time the only door to the outside had disappeared. This was decidedly more annoying than the missing clothes. Now she had no choice but stay inside regardless of her state of dress or otherwise.
The bananas were also back but they had already gone past ripe into overripe squishiness.
The umbrella had unfolded itself in the night and was hanging from a light fitting. One of the prongs was bent weirdly, like a thin arm waving at her as it swung lazily from side to side. She ignored it.
She didn’t go back to bed this time. She got dressed, glad to be able to change out of her old pyjamas finally and climbed clumsily out of her living room window onto the street. She made sure to stay within eyesight the window was propped open so she could get back in. She was really only able to walk up and down the street. But at least she got some fresh air.
When she arrived back home there was a hinge growing from the brickwork where her door used to be. So maybe the door would be there when she woke up next morning.
But this morning all the lights had stopped working. The umbrella was reclining in her favourite armchair and somehow the TV was playing. The bananas had been thrown away but she didn’t remember doing it.
She hated this house.
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