Posted on January 1, 1  •  One minute  • 113 words

I was trying to decide which one of my knitted coats to wear, and I picked the one which had an autumn design with pumpkins running down the front and leaves placed sparsely. It was constructed kind of like a cable-knit sweater (maybe it was a cardigan instead of a coat? idk). Then my mom put some of my clothes on my bed that had just just came out of the dryer. I looked through them and found some pretty dresses that apparently belonged to me? I buried my face in them to feel the warmth of the dryer, and my mom shouted from the other room, “Sweetie, you’re going to be late!”.