Coming to college in pajamas was brave

You walked into that lecture hall like the dress code was yours to rewrite — plaid flannel pants, a thin cotton top, and absolutely zero apologies. Every head turned. You felt it, that specific heat of a room recalibrating around you.

The fabric moves when you move, clinging somewhere, loosening somewhere else, leaving just enough to the imagination that nobody in that room could stop imagining. Brave isn't quite the right word. Deliberate is closer.

You found a seat, crossed your legs, watched someone lose their place mid-sentence. Your coffee stayed warm. The room stayed focused — on everything but the lecture.