2024-07-25 “Out For A Walk” by Emma
I was in the apartment looking outside through the window, and got the idea to come out and get some fresh air. Jenn’s busy with some things she’s trying to get done, and Merritt’s at work, naturally, so it’s just me out here.
Back, before I time-shifted, fresh air was about all I knew. Our shack from 1880 kept the rain out, mostly, but let’s just say it was airy. You couldn’t tell much in the summer, but some days in winter, the temperature would get down to freeze water, and you could sure feel the drafts comin’ through the cracks and around the windows.
When we was back in Miami, Merritt said the ‘partment would be small, and I figured it would be better ‘an what I was accustomed to. We both were right, to tell the truth.
I guess that’s why I get the idea to come out and walk around so much. It’s not real bad, but when Merritt’s got the sofa pulled out, it’s a little close getting out of the bedroom and to the bathroom.
I’m adjusting, though. Still, it feels funny traipsing around in my dressing gowns in front of a man. And here’s something I can’t figure out.
He has underwear called boxer briefs, and they look to me to be just like swimming trunks or even shorts. I s’pose they are a little tighter. But they’re supposed to be underwear and when I see him in them, I feel a little embarrassed. Like it was different to be seen in a bikini compared to a dressing gown, even though the dressing gown covers more skin.
I was wondering if this is just something in my mind ‘cause I skipped 144 years into the future, or is it like that for everyone? Does everyone feel different about being seen in their underwear compared to a swimsuit?
Well, I’m sure sorry I keep bringing things like this up, but sharing a little ‘partment with Merritt and Jenn, I keep having to face it, so I guess it’s just on my mind.
Okay, enough of that. I need to get back. I tol’ Jenn and Merritt I’d make a meal for us again. Jenn got some chicken, ‘cept it’s already cut and got no bone, so I’m gonna bread it in flour and milk and fry it.

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