I had wet the bed!

I sat up in shock and pulled the covers back.

My boxers were soaked, the bed was soaked.

The mattress… oh the mattress…

It had absolutely no protection, I had no reason, I hadn’t done this in what? Four years? At least?

Well, I better deal with it I thought to myself it’s not like I can expect my mom to do it at my age.

I made my way into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would go.

As steam started to fill the room I dropped my soaked boxers on the floor and stepped into the shower.

Letting the water cascade over me, I thought about my predicament.

Why had I wet my bed? After all these years?

Certainly it had something to with that dream….

My thoughts drifted to the dream, Jane in diapers running across the yard, then over her mother’s knee..

Then ME over her mother’s knee!

It was quite the dream I reasoned, even I hadn’t wet the bed there was no doubt I would still been changing at least my boxers.

I shut the water off and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I gathered my wet boxers from the floor and then picked up a couple extra towels and a can of air freshener before going out the door.

Once I was back in my room and dressed I felt much better. The shower had left me feeling refreshed, but I was afraid my mattress had not faired quite so well.

Cleaning up had never been a problem before. When I was wetting frequently I always wore some kind of ‘protection’ and I also had a plastic sheet on my bed. If I leaked, or went to bed without my Goodnite on, mom would just come in and strip the sheets and put them in the laundry.

I pulled the sheets off my bed and then took the towels and tried to dry the mattress. I scrubbed and patted and blotted to no avail. Having no idea what else to do I took the air freshener and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the mattress, then flipped it over. With any luck no one would turn that mattress again for many many years, hopefuly long after I had moved out of the house.
Taking my wet sheets down to the laundry I was grateful not to run into my parents or my younger sister. It wasn’t until I returned to my room later to gather my things for school that I noticed my cell phone was flashing.

It was a text message from Jane…

‘OMG Peter! She knows!!!’

The time stamp on the message was 2:05 AM.

The line between dreams and reality suddenly became blurred.