I might’ve— I was out of the shower, put it that way. I feel like I’d just finished, but I don’t really remember. I don’t remember being wet. I had a towel around me.

 

And it’s like, I’m looking at her wondering what she’s doing there. Because I hadn’t noticed her come in? And I was going to say something, but instead I looked down at myself, and I’d taken the towel off. I was just, holding it in my hand out to one side in this odd way. Up, like shoulder level. And there was… a hole there. I mean, I looked down, I saw myself naked, and it just, it didn't connect. Like it didn't have anything to do with me. The only reaction I remember was sort of a, huh, interesting kind of thing, except it wasn’t interesting. It wasn’t anything.

 

I remember then we were chatting for a bit. No idea what about. I mean, she was chatting, I was just standing there naked. I just—she looked really beautiful to me. I just remember staring at her. Like I’d never really seen her before. I think I felt so overwhelmed I just didn't have any attention left for anything else.

 

And then she pointed at the towel—cause, I was still holding it—and she said something like, don’t you need that, aren't you getting cold, and I looked at it like why am I holding this and I said, No, I’m fine, and just, dropped it on the floor.

 

That's when I knew I was naked, when I saw the towel on the floor. I mean, I knew I was naked, but— I sort of wasn't conscious I was naked in front of her? Like I hadn’t put that together till then. I wasn't bothered by it. In fact I remember feeling kind of proud of myself. Like, look what a free, unashamed woman I am. This is what that looks like. I felt like absolutely this was how I should want her to see me.

 

I think I put the towel up on the rack then. The high one. I remember stretching to it, anyway. I think she told me to get it off the floor. Really I just remember stretching up and sort of wiggling my ass at while I did, cause I knew she was checking me out. Just for a joke, you know, cause she's a lesbian and all? And she winked at me and said it was a shame I wasn't naked more, girls like me were way more interesting out of their clothes.

 

Oh and I was spinning around for her, like a model! I had that really lightheaded feeling you get when somebody hot tells you they like you. Not that she had, just— I was doing these little poses, like little naked poses for her, like burlesque? up on my tiptoes pushing out my tits at her, you know, hands behind, one leg lifted, that kind of thing. Like I'm Bettie Page or something. And we were just like laughing and having all this fun with it, she'd give me a pose, I'd do it, just the best time.

 

And then I was going back to my room. I don't know, alarm went, I had to get dressed for work or something, anyway I don't remember leaving the bathroom. I did still have that feeling she was checking my ass out though, I remember going down the hall thinking I should really sell it with the whole vamp walk, you know slow it down, give her a little show. I mean if that's what made me interesting.

 

Anyhow, it's a dream. Doesn't have to mean anything. I have fucked up dreams sometimes. Still though, this one really feels like it happened. So weird. I keep stealing glances at her, like, do you check me out when I'm not looking? Would you do it more if I started showing more skin around the place? Like I really think about taking a shower one of these times and just, forgetting to put clothes on, you know just, walk around like that, see if she says anything. Like, I don't want to embarrass her, but, I kind of want to know how far I could go before I embarrass her. Make her admit she's got a crush on the straight girl.

 

Silly shit. She's the best roommate ever, I wouldn't fuck with her like that. Don't even know why I'm telling you this.