Seeing the way her oversized sleep tee flows like a distinguished robe, Lucy Blakeslee, a junior who is wearing a big t-shirt to bed, feels like a Supreme Court justice. “You may approach the bench, Mr. Attorney,” said Blakeslee quietly to herself in her bedroom mirror, careful not to wake her roommate and have to explain herself. “I think that law should be passed, indeed. Liberty and justice and laws for all Americans, my honor. I’ll let my colleague do the questions now.” At press time, a girl in a silk two-piece pajama pantsuit feels like a sleepy Hillary Clinton.

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