Deborah woke up in her dorm room from her usual nightmare. She screamed before realizing she was inside her dorm.
“Enough already,” said Flower. “Every morning for two almost two months, you have been waking me up with screaming. I am sick of it.”
Deborah sat up in bed. “I’m sorry,” she moaned, as she started to get up. Since Flower now knew about the diapers, she didn’t bother covering them. She turned back to Flower. “You know what?” she asked. Her voice had an angry edge to it. “I am sick of it too. I am also sick of wetting the bed every single night because my dreams are so horrible and so intense because of an event that happened in my life years ago.”