Anita shook her head and said, “Well, whether you wet it or sweat on it, this sheet needs to be changed. Come on, Sweetie. Get out of bed so I can change the bedclothes. Go change your underwear so I can get them in the wash. You may not have wet them, but they’re soaked with perspiration. You can go back to sleep later if you like, but I have to get this sheet changed before it goes sour.”
He heaved a sigh of relief and started to get out of bed. As he did so, he put his hand behind him and patted his bottom surreptitiously to check his underwear for foreign objects. Anita smiled crookedly and said, “You don’t believe me, do you Howard?”
“Y..Yes, I believe you,” Howard stated flatly, “It’s just that the dream seemed so real!”
“You were having a nightmare,” Anita said firmly, “Now go get out of those damp briefs and into some dry ones, okay?” Howard looked up at her thankfully at her assurance that he hadn’t done any thing wrong. The only odd thing was that Anita was smiling down at him in the same way she had in the dream. He shivered again as he passed under her gaze while going to the dresser to change his underwear.