The Flow (Yes, you can laugh. To a point)

WARNING: Bodily functions ahead.

I woke up smiling until I realized that my bed was filling up with pee. I hadn't peed myself in a long time. I woke up wondering if this was part of my being ill today? I started to fear what how this might affect sleepovers? Disappointed, my smile turned to a frown of concern, Stopping the stream, I got up and assessed the damage. I was soaked. It was everywhere. The ass of my sweats were sagging with the weight of my urine like a baby's diaper might. Thank god I had a maxi pad on. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just finish emptying.
Scuttling to the bathroom with dripping pants, I questioned if I could ever truly stop being a bedwetter or was this just some phase I'd go through until I'd finally just hit old age. Should I just wear a diaper to bed? Dinah?
The good news is I don't do this very often. Well, maybe more often then most or so you care to admit to me. The bathroom, trip was a harsh ego-beating of my immaturity as I sponged the piss from my thighs and looked into the mirror and laughed. What was it? What had just happened? I'd never been in so deep a sleep that I couldn't wake myself out of it to race down the hall. A telltale towel lays in place under the sheets that I managed to pull on sleepily at 2:30 in the morning. Yay for doubles. Checking to see how far the flow made it, I scratched at myself again as I felt a damp patch on one of my comforters. "Hmm, 3 layers away. But I'd managed to miss the fleece?" Or so I'd have to pretend. I needed another blanket. It was cold tonight.
Waking up at the regular time, I know I'm going to call into work and I am glad because I do need to sleep in. My chest had been congesting throughout the night. Sliding back into bed, I am trying not to think about the comforter that's now airdrying near the radiator. Half smiling, I'm partially thinking about all of tasks I have to do today until my big brother brain takes over and tells me to go to sleep. There'll be time for that later. But first a shower, then later I'll write this to you.