I woke up again; this time with sunshine streaming into the room and a giant hand patting my butt. Correction: Patting the back of my diaper. Damn thing had swollen up so much over the night that it was practically its own entity.
Bitterly, the thought occurred to me that this nighttime diaper was just as much an escape deterrent as a forced incontinence brief. If the crib bars hadn’t stopped me from getting out, there’d have been almost no way I could have gotten far with that much bulk surrounding me. I’d barely been able to roll over.
“Did you sleep well?” Janet cooed down at me. “Looks like you did.” She felt the lumps that I had deposited in the back a few hours ago.
“It’s not fair,” I reminded myself in a whisper. “It’s just not fair.”
