A woman in a yellow dress and blue coat walking through a library

“What--wait! No--” I gasped, holding the unlaced bodice close to me. But the breeze was persistent and had already begun pulling off my dress. It seemed like there were invisible hands everywhere, grabbing my arms and holding me so the dress could slide off of me. My right foot lifted off the ground, and my dirty boot slid off as if on its own accord; the stocking followed, and the process repeated with my left foot. Soon I was stripped to my chemise, all of my clothes floating up to the ceiling where they joined my travelling-cloak. And as I watched, all of my clothing simply...vanished.