Shawn

I woke up; it was gray and raining. Topanga and Stacey were next to me. I held my palms up towards the sky.

"I ... I'm naked," I said, suddenly embarrassed.

"Yeah we both are," Stacey replied.

Topanga looked down.

"Omygod!" she said.

"Yeah, I know, we're all naked," I told her.

"Oh."

"Where are we going?" an accented male voice asked.

"Down the rabbithole. Cmon! I want to hear the music," a female voice replied.

"Music. What, music?" Stacey asked.

Something was tossed our way. 3 somethings.

And then I heard it.

"It's over there," I said.

"Yeah I hear it too," Topanga said.

We heard tubas.

I looked down at the 3 somethings. They were 3 colorful, long thin blanket type things.

"Um what, are these?" I asked

"Sarongs," Topanga replied.

"Ok . . ."

"They're like dresses. Sort of," Stacey told me, standing up and tying one around herself.

"I am not wearing, a dress!" I countered.

"Shawn," Topanga said, standing up; "show some feminity."

"You . . .you have . . .flowers . . .in your hair," I said, in wonder.

She had small yellow flowers in her long light brown hair.

"We must be in San Francisco then," Stacey said.

"Hmm?"

"You've never heard that song?" Topanga asked, tying her sarong around her.

"The, song?" I asked, feeling strangely out of it.

"Yeah, you know," Stacey said.

"Well no Stacey I obviously don't."

"Well clearly, you don't."

"The one that goes, are you going to San Francisco . . ." Topanga started.

"Oh that sounds vaguely familiar," I said

"Make sure to wear a flower in your hair," Stacey continued.

I stood up realising that I was still wearing nothing.

"Um, Shawn," Topanga said, looking at me.

"Oh. Right."

I bent down and started to tie the sarong around me.

"How do you...?" I asked, very confused.

"Here," Topanga said; "let me help you."

She walked over, stood behind me and tied it around my waist.

"There you go," she said.

I felt warm shivers as she stood behind me, tying it around my waist.