[I originally published this in the wrong subreddit.]
I wake the next morning with pleasant memories of the previous night.
Mikey is just stirring.
I decide to shower, first. I get up and go the ensuite. When I am done and I am dried, I pull on my short satin robe and head downstairs to the kitchen. I see Mikey get up and head to the ensuite, as I leave the bedroom.
I’ve always been relaxed about my clothing around the house. I suppose, if I had had a son, instead of a daughter, or a son and a daughter, I would have dressed differently at home. But, firstly with my late husband, and then with just Alice at home, it didn’t seem to matter what I wore, or what I showed around the house.
I put on the coffee and get myself some cereal.
Alice joins me as I am eating. She is wearing the same pyjamas as yesterday. I’ve recently started giving her a monthly allowance, so that she can buy some of her own clothes. The pyjamas must be new. I’ve not seen them before. They’re a baby doll style, of top and shorts. I’m about to say something about them, when Mikey arrives. I decide to speak to Alice, later, when we are alone.