As soon as she had left the room and shut the lights off, I carefully adjusted the tapes on the diaper to achieve a more comfortable fit. Waking up in a wet diaper was bad enough. I didn’t need a wet bed in addition to it.
As guilty as these jealous thoughts made me feel, I couldn’t help but wonder at the possibility of being allowed to move into my sister’s bedroom. I’d long envied her bunkbed and the ability to have her own desk to sit and draw at, not to mention her much more well-equipped wardrobe. I fell asleep to dreams of better things.