Sweater

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

I happened upon the cream hued woolen sweater at the flea market.  After minimal haggling with a diminutive Irishman, I took home my prize and resolved to wear it that evening. Having slept only five hours the night before, I changed into pajamas and fell fast asleep in my bed.

A few hours later, I slowly gained consciousness. I felt the moist pillow first, then noticed I was sweating. I stretched, felt fabric on my arms. My eyes opened wide; I sat up. The woolen sweater – the only clothing on my body – clung to my torso, buttoned perfectly from neck to waist. I unbuttoned it, threw it down, stared at it.