Dream About Inside Out

It was an ordinary Thursday morning. Eric the Evils upper half disappeared in a huge wooden cabinet: from inside there came scary knocking noises and muffled sound of grumping. Unpaired socks rumpled shirts and a couple of snaking ties flew helplessly around the room.“Why am I always out of cloaks? How could anyone take my seriously without my cloak... unthinkable! But where are they? Cindy!!”“Yes Master?” a young beautiful woman stepped into a room with a bunch of papers in her left hand. With the right she tried to brush aside the attacking clothes so she could walk past to the cupboard and her raging master in it.“Why am I out of cloaks? Again?” Erics voice got dangerously close to hysteric.