Cindy left the room and I looked at the options. She was right, there was one dress that might fit. I went to the bathroom and took a hot shower, hoping it would ease the pain. It did not.
Once I was done, I changed into the dress. I didn’t have any underclothes, but that was fine. I didn’t feel like I needed them.
The dress fit, but just barely. It was designed to be looser than what it ended up being on me. I didn’t mind, though.
I went out to find the kitchen. It wasn’t hard. The scent of stew and fresh bread guided me. I was reminded of the meal my mother was cooking when I came home to find Michael in bed with Wendy. It seemed that would be my ‘life change’ meal in this loop.
“Ah! There you are. Are you feeling a little better?” Cindy asked.
“Warmer, at least, thank you. Wha
