In summer, it can happen. Skirts are light and airy, fabrics soft and featherlight. Sometimes it really can feel like you're wearing nothing. I've been known to sit here, tapping away at the screen, when I am seized by a sudden panic that I cannot feel a damn thing on my legs. No swish of cloth, no tickle of a hemline. My heart turns to shit as I think, By crikey, I've finally done it! I am sitting here at work in my undies! I've had nightmares about this, except there were nuns and police cars involved. I am almost too afraid to look down. So I keep typing for awhile, a frantic taptaptap, trying to remember to breathe. Then I look down. Of course there's a skirt there. Somehow floating above the epidermis. Even I couldn't be so bloody stupid or sleepwalky to forget to get dressed properly. But it could happen. Lately I am losing the plot.