
I checked, for the 4 billionth time, that my ringer was turned all the way up and tried to go back to sleep.
Not happening.
I gave up trying to sleep and thought I'd work off some of the nervous energy by exercising. I didn't want to wake Michael so I dug in my dresser drawer for workout clothes in the dark.

Once I was upstairs in the light and could see my outfit creation I thought I wouldn't have done much better in the light. Light pink leggings, black bra, gray top, and gray sneakers. Not bad at all.
I did my workout and some work at my desk.

Me: Thanks! It's kind of a miracle because I, literally, got dressed in the dark.
Michael: I like the pink and gray.
Me: Thanks.
Michael: But what's that on your butt?
Me: (Turning so I could see in the mirror.) Oh...that would be the tag. I can make fashionable choices in the dark but, putting them on right side out is tougher.
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