"So wear a leotard or something," I suggested. "Do you think anyone would believe I sleep in my clothes?" she asked. "Probably not." Mary Anne sighed as she swept the pajamas off her bed and tossed them onto her desk. She threw herself down on her bed. "Well, I'm going to sleep in my clothing starting tonight and then it will be true," she said, folding her arms stubbornly. "Don't worry about it so much, Mary Anne," I said. "You'll figure something"