Haley awoke on a bright Saturday morning, stretching in bed and yawning as sunlight trickled through her window. What a beautiful morning! she thought. Soft music was playing from the alarm clock next to her bed, and as she checked it she saw it was 6:00. Dang, she thought to herself, must have forgotten to turn the alarm off last night. Oh well, at least I'll have more time to enjoy today. Plus, I've always liked this song. Hayley rolled out of bed, blew a lock of strawberry-blonde hair from her face, and began getting dressed as she sung along to her radio.
'Then put your little hand in mine' Hayley sang softly, miming along to the words as she pulled her nightdress up over her head and tossed it onto her bed. 'There ain't no hill or mountain we can't cliiiimb' she continued, pulling out her underwear draw and selecting a plain white pair. 'Babe...I got you babe...I got you babe' She half-muttered as she wiggled the pair of yellow bee panties she'd been wearing down her legs and kicked them off. Now completely naked, the 13-year-old smiled as the next verse picked up, and turned to begin putting on the new pair of panties as she again joined in. 'I got you to hold my- ah!' Hayley shrieked as she saw her 5-year-old sister standing in the doorway, mouth agape. The shy teenager blushed bright red at the horrible realization that her sister had just seen her completely naked, then screamed.
Hayley jerked awake, breathing heavily and blinking at the sunlight that was again filing in through her window. Music was once again playing from her alarm clock, Put your little hand in mine... and Hayley shook her head to clear it. Just a dream she told herself. Though a very strange on. Hayley was no stranger to naked dreams, but they were usually much more fantastical than that, not just her sister bursting in at the wrong moment. Wait... she thought to herself. How had her dream known that her alarm was on? Had her subconscious noticed her not turning it off last night? Hayley's was a bright mind, though she was modest about it, so it was certainly possible. How had it known the right song, though? That was the real mystery. Had her mind just picked one of her favorite songs and happened to get lucky? That seemed astronomically unlikely, but what other option was there? Hayley was brought back to reality by the next verse of I Got You Babe beginning to play. She began to mouth along to the words, almost hypnotized by another, seemingly impossible idea. Sure enough, as soon as she reached 'I got you to hold my-' her door burst open and her sister stood in the doorway. Jumping up and down excitedly, she called to the dumbstruck Hayley.
'Hewey, Hewey! There's a deliverwy at the door!'
'Oh, um, just a minute, Rose, let me get dressed first.' Hayley managed to sputter out.
'But you need to come down now' Rose whined.
'Uh, okay, sure.' Hayley replied. She got out of bed, not believing her own eyes. Had that really just happened? She couldn't believe it, but things were playing out just like in her dream, except, of course, for her position in it all.
She left her room and began walking along the hallway to the stairs, her sister bounding along behind her. Rose clutched a handful of Hayley's nightdress as she hobbled along, chanting 'Deliverwy, deliverwy, deliverwy!'. Hayley began descending the stairs, but in her frenzied state, missed a step. The young girl slipped and began sliding down the stairs, with Rose still holding onto her nightdress. As she fell, Hayley felt with horror as she slid out of her nightdress and tumbled face-first to the ground in front of the open front door. She looked up fearfully to see the face of the postman, looking down with a face of poor shock at the girl lying on the floor, her breasts bare, and a pair of embarrassing bee panties being the only thing covering her butt. Hayley's messed hair framed her reddening features as she tried to think of something to say, and suddenly she was back in bed.
Put your little hand in mine played the radio as Hayley lay, paralyzed, in bed. She couldn't deny it anymore; the day was restarting every time she was seen naked. How could this be happening? Hayley was a rational person, she couldn't believe so supernatural an explanation could possibly be true. And yet what other explanation could there be? As the lyrics of the song once again reached 'I've got you to hold my-', Rose again bounded through the door, crying 'Hewey, Hewey, There's a deliverwy at the door!' and Hayley wondered what she should do with her new-found revelation.
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