I felt guilty for feeling kind of nice waking up wearing a slinky slidey nightie, under an equally slidey duvet cover.
After a while of dwelling in my silky bliss… I began to feel an urge.
This brought the sudden realisation that I was also wearing a nappy and that the bathroom door was locked.
I hung on for as long as I could but eventually had to let go.
It was weird.
After the initial flood had lost its warmth, it felt strangely dry down there..
full,
yet dry.
Eventually, my brother woke up.
“What time is it?” he groaned when he noticed I was awake.
“Dunno…
we haven’t got a clock anymore.” I replied.
“Do you think Mum will make go to school wearing those?” he asked as he stared at the two school dresses hanging opposite our beds.
“Not if we’re good.” I gulped.