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I wake up to see Kenji asleep on my floor. I giggle softly and throw a pillow at him to wake him up. He is quick to his feet.

"Sophia? You okay? What happe–"

Kenji stops in the middle of his sentence to see me on my bed struggling to breathe through the laughter. He laughs and throws the pillow back at me. I gasp loudly and reprimand him for his "careless" actions.

I glance over at the small clock that sits on my bedside table. It's already 8:30 in the morning. My eyes widen. Warner usually comes to pick me up at 9:00 to "start our day" as he says. I give Kenji the smile I give him every morning when I inform him that I need to get ready.

"Yeah, yeah," Kenji says, already used to our morning schedule, "I'm in the hall if you need me."

"Thank you, Kenji," I smile at him.

Kenji leaves to go into the hallway and I hastily open the armoire to find something to wear. Nevermind, I tell myself, I'll find something to wear after I take a shower.

I turn the shower on and stand under the hot water. I stay like that for a minute, basking in the heat that fights against my cold skin. I quickly wash my body with the soap I use every day and I wash my hair with the delicious scented shampoo that reminds me of a simpler time.

I rub my hair until it's mostly dry before I wrap the fluffy towel around my body. I open the door that leads from my bathroom to my bedroom and scream in shock/horror/confusion when I see Warner sitting on my bed in the same position I found him in last night. He cocks his head in my direction and chuckles as he watches me run back into the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him through the bathroom door.

"I came to get you so we could go for a walk before we have breakfast. I see now that I should have informed you about this in advance." Warner replies with amusement visible in his tone. "I took the liberty of choosing your outfit for today," he continues, "I'll let you get changed. I'l be waiting for you in the hallway."

I nod my head as if he could see me, then I reply, "Alright."

I hear Warner's retreating footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

The sound of the door closing gives me the courage to open the bathroom door. I open it slightly, peeking through to ensure that I am alone. When I see no one else in the room, I open the door and walk towards my bed to see the outfit that Warner chose for me.

I see barely anything, and my face flushes red. The tiniest white tank top and impossibly tinier shorts are sitting on my bed. The pieces are so crisp, not a single wrinkle is visible. I feel my face get hotter and more red when I notice that Warner even chose my undergarments. The entire outfit was white. Warner didn't even give me a pair of shoes to wear. I sigh as I grab a pair of white socks and put the outfit on.