I didn't remember owning a light blue t-shirt but there it was, the last shirt in my drawer. "Time to do laundry," I muttered to myself as I pulled it from the drawer, "as soon as I get my coffee."
But no matter how I tried I couldn't manage to pull the t-shirt down over my head and put my arms through the holes. "What's wrong with this stupid shirt?" I grumbled, still half asleep and woefully in need of that first dose of caffeine.
It was a pillow case.
Apparently I don't on a light blue t-shirt.