I get out of the thin shirt I have on, it was still warm during the day so I dressed accordingly but it's getting cooler at nights so I wear the clothes in my cupboard that don't belong to me.
It's a little weird that I liked to wear the clothes of people close to me but I get what I get, my mom's sweaters are out of the question if I didn't want to die of heatstroke at night but Virgil's shirts were the perfect options.
Vaguely, as I get ready to take a quick shower, I wonder if he didn't notice all of his clothes that keep disappearing or he was just being nice and pretending to not notice.
I'm too lazy to wash my hair and I'm not about to have wet tips brushing my neck during dinner so I wrap a shower cap over my head, might as well go all the way if I wanted to keep it from getting wet.
I wipe off the condensation on the mirror, my towel held up high around my middle, I resist the urge to lift it higher and lean forward into the mirror.
