Outgrowing your clothes Pt 15

The alarm went off at it’s usual time on a Sunday morning. The horse shut it off and rose quickly to his feet. He gave a stretch, letting his long arms and legs flex and his abdominal muscles grow taut. He cracked his neck and then his knuckles, before adjusting his boxer shorts. He had tossed and turned all night, which was unusual.

“Alright. I’ll just take a quick shower, then I’ll go food shopping and get back to catch that documentary on the Great Pyramids.”

The horse grabbed his “weekend” clothes and went about bringing them into the bathroom, but in doing so, knocked over his suspenders, which were still attached to the massive shorts he had worn the other day.

Victor grabbed the shorts and held them up for a moment before removing the suspenders. The shorts still seemed warm, as if someone had just been wearing them. As he felt the warmth, he almost wanted to put them back on, but he shook his head.

“You’re getting tossed when I’m done, you filthy pig.”

About an hour later, after showering, fixing his hair, and getting his reuseable bags put in his car, the horse made his way to the back of his complex, the thrift store outfit in his hands. Victor held the clothes in front of him as he stood by the dumpster next to his swanky apartment complex. For some reason, he hadn’t thrown the oversized outfit in the trash yet. He had every intent on throwing them out right after the event, but they felt so cozy that he ended up falling asleep in them instead.

He then planned on throwing them out once he woke up, but things got in the way. His internet had issues that required an hour phone call, followed by having to wait for the cable company to show up, which took another hour. By the time the zebra had fixed the problem, it was over four hours after waking up and Victor just wanted to take a breath.

Even now, after bringing the shirt and shorts all the way outside, he was hesitant. They once again felt warm, making him feel good and happy, for some strange reason. He even found himself having to fight back a chuckle when he thought about how silly he had looked in them the other day. That alone meant they shouldn’t be thrown out, right?

“I really have no use for these”, he said out loud. “But, they were pretty comfortable, and I did spend money on them. Maybe they can be sleeping clothes. If not,  I’ll just bring them back next weekend.”

He swung the shirt back over his shoulder and returned to the car.

“Besides, I’m feeling a little peckish, I should probably go get something to eat before I go food shopping. It’s not smart to go down aisles on an empty stomach.”