I don't know how long I slept, but I feel like I was run over by a bus.

Every time I swallow, it feels like sandpaper is rubbing against my esophagus. Plus, my stomach is completely empty and begging for food with loud grumbles. 

Water. I need water.

When I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I notice Elaine and Rose have already started their day.

Memories of last night flash through my mind like an Oscar-worthy movie and causes my heart to flutter. I can still feel Bobby's lips on my skin, and when I hear his voice outside, I quickly look for something to change into.

I rummage through my bag and find all my extra clothes drenched. Even the shirt I wore to bed is wet. My heart starts to race, and I shout, "Elaine!"

My voice must have come out more frantic than I intended because my sister was by my side within seconds, with slight creases forming between her brows. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I have no clothes." I hold the wet clothes before plopping them on my blanket. "I have absolutely nothing to wear except a pair of jeans."

Elaine waves me off with a scoff. "Just go topless. Everyone is doing it."

My eyes go wide, and I cross my arms against my chest. "I can't do that."

"Don't be such a prude, Gwen. They are breasts, natural and beautiful." I'm sure Elaine would see her brain if her eyes could roll back any further. "Let me look at what I have. I'll even go through Rose's stuff too."

I cross my fingers and pray that she has something. Anything would be better than wet clothes.

My sister then holds up a short floral mini dress and an ivory lace halter top that would expose more skin than cover.

I take it back, anything but those.

Elaine tosses the clothes to me, but I'm too busy chewing on my nails to catch them. "What's wrong?"

"I don't have any underwear or even a bra, everything is wet."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Elaine ducks out of the tent. Before she zippers it up, she peeks in and says, "Either expose your vagina or your nipples. Your choice, Baby Sister."

I raise both my middle fingers and stick out my tongue at the sound of her retreating footsteps. She knows I'm not as confident as she is when it comes to clothes, I like to be covered.

Except when you're in an open field around thousands of people.

Although my thoughts are correct, last night was different. It was just me and Bobby, and nobody else mattered. It was in the moment, and although I don't regret it, I don't think I would have been so bold if alcohol didn't lower my inhibitions.

I look down at my options and sigh, weighing the pros and cons of each outfit. If I bend over, the dress will expose everything, literally everything. I could wear wet underwear, but that sounds like a yeast infection waiting to happen and completely unappealing.

After I pull the halter top over my head, I look down at my body. The lace falls right below my breast, showing off most of my midriff, and actually looks pretty good with my dark denim bell bottoms.

Thankfully, Rose saved my feet when she found an extra pair of moccasins at the bottom of her bag. She apologized profusely when she realized she could have saved me from my deadly sandals yesterday.

I take a deep breath before inspecting my outfit one last time before stepping outside. I almost feel naked without a bra, I never go out without one.

The stuffy air in the tent causes a light sheen of sweat to form on my brow. I see an extra hair tie on the floor, and I pull my hair away from my neck and into a high ponytail.

I hate being hot.

Mike, Rose, and Elaine are seated together, passing around a jar of peanut butter like a joint.

"Eating the rations?" I ask.

"They ran out of food." When I look at Mike, his eyes are already red, no doubt from his morning doobie. "Words going around that the people around town are coming together to supply food. It's pretty groovy that they care so much."

I take the peanut butter and take a heaping spoonful. It's no eggs and bacon, but my stomach is thankful to finally have something to fill it.

The field is still covered with thousands of people, and the only difference from yesterday is that they are walking barefoot through massive amounts of mud. I love the smell of summer rain, but last night's downpour seems to have left a lingering stench of sex, pot, and sweat, and it smells horrible.

But as I continue to look around, everyone looks happy. If watching people experience pure joy, the stench is worth it.

"Wow." Bobby takes me by surprise when he walks over and places a lingering kiss on my waiting lips. "You look beautiful."

Clapping and cheers erupt behind us and I cover my face in Bobby's chest.

When I look at Elaine, she's wiggling her brows, making a kissy face. I try my best to ignore her and turn my attention to the handsome man before me. "Where were you?"

"Oh, I was, um," Bobby pulls away and rubs the back of his neck. "I was feeling inspired, so I went to draw for a bit."

Not only was Bobby an incredible baseball player in high school, but he had a massive talent for art. I'm not surprised he continues his drawing, he once told me it was a way he relieved stress and relaxed.

"That's amazing." I place my hands on Bobby's chest, and he looks down at me with a beautiful twinkle in his eyes. "If you're comfortable with it, maybe when we get home you can show me some of the stuff you've been working on. I'd love to see it."

Bobby's whole face lights up as he begins to nod his head. "Yeah, totally."

"Hey, Losers." Bobby and I turn to Rose, who has her thumb pointing behind her. "We're going to explore a bit. Do you want to come?"

"I'm down." I place a quick peck on Bobby's cheek and ask, "You coming?"

Even though it's our second day here, the crowd still amazes me. Everyone smiles as if they have no worries and are as free as a bird. I have yet to see anyone arguing or fighting, which is a nice change from what I see on the news every night.

As we walk through the woods, tables line the path. People are selling clothes and crafts. We stop to look around and admire the beautiful work. Mike spots a booth selling weed and rushes over to check it out.

When he returns, Mike looks like he has springs in his shoes and just won the lottery. The bounce in his as he waves two bags of weed in his hands has me laughing.

Mike's smile reaches his eyes as he hands the bags to Bobby to put in his backpack. "That was a freaking steal. I might come back for more."

"Do we really need more?" I ask.

"Yes." Rose, Mike, and Elaine say in unison.

We continue down the path until we reach the lake. I can honestly say I have never seen so many naked people in my life.

The thing is, no one is ogling at anyone. People aren't looking at other's exposed parts, just making continuous eye contact and talking like any other day.

Mike is the first to pull down his pants and jump in. He dunks his head under, and when he pops back up, he yells, "Are you guys coming in?"

Rose and Bobby look at each other and shake their heads, but Elaine begins to undress down to her birthday suit. She casually walks into the water as if this is an everyday occurrence for her and makes her way over to Mike. The two smile at each other, and I see a budding romance unfolding.

It does look nice.

Before I chicken out, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my pants. My top comes off last, and the light summer breeze brushes against my skin, causing goosebumps to pop up across my body.

My steps are small, but when my sister yells, "That's my girl," confidence takes over.

I welcome the cool water as it covers my body, washing away the dirt and grime from yesterday. When I dunk my head, a refreshing surge of energy pumps through my body.

Mike and Elaine are splashing and laughing with each other, and I feel like I am intruding on their intimate moment. However, my sister stops and waves me over.

Just as I'm about to meet them, I look back over at the Walker twins. Rose has her toes in the water while Bobby is off to the side with his sketchbook out.

When our eyes meet, Bobby's smirk causes my stomach to flutter. He winks at me before going back to his art, and I can't help but wonder what he's working on.