I feel like I almost want to be a bed wetter at this point because I have to wake up in the middle of the night basically every night to go pee and I'm so tired of not being able to sleep through the night 😭
The Wish Upon a Shooting Star
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow through the half-drawn curtains of lizzy’s bedroom. The clock on her nightstand read 2:47 AM, its dim red digits a cruel reminder of yet another night interrupted. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, her bare feet padding softly against the cool hardwood floor. The routine was exhausting: wake up, stumble to the bathroom, pee, and then attempt to fall back asleep, only to repeat the cycle in another two or three hours. Tonight, however, the frustration had reached a boiling point.
lizzy rubbed her bleary eyes as she shuffled down the hallway, her mind foggy with sleep. The air was still, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. She paused at the bathroom door, her hand resting on the frame as she let out a sigh. Why can’t I just sleep through the night? she thought, her voice a whisper in her own mind. The idea of not having to drag herself out of bed every few hours, felt like a distant dream.
And then, as if the universe had been listening, a new thought crept in, one that surprised even her. I almost wish I was a bed wetter. The words formed in her mind before she could stop them. The idea was absurd, of course. But the exhaustion was wearing her down.
lizzy shook her head, as if the physical motion could dislodge the ridiculous notion. But as she turned toward the window at the end of the hallway, something caught her eye. A streak of light tore across the night sky, a shooting star burning bright and fast. She froze, her breath catching in her throat.
The star vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind only the faintest afterimage in her vision. lizzy blinked, suddenly aware of how silly she must look, standing in the middle of the hallway in her pajamas, talking to the night sky. She shook her head again, this time with a small, tired laugh, and finally made her way to the bathroom.
lizzy woke slowly, her mind surfacing from a deep, dreamless sleep. The first thing she noticed was how rested she felt, no grogginess, no lingering exhaustion, just a quiet, unfamiliar clarity. She blinked, her eyelids heavy but not from fatigue. The room around her was bathed in soft, golden morning light, filtering through the curtains in a way that felt… different.
She stretched, her fingers brushing against something smooth and cool. A pacifier? She froze, her breath hitching as she rolled onto her side. The room wasn’t her room, not the one she remembered, at least. The walls were painted a soothing pastel, the furniture sturdy but playful, like a nursery… but scaled for her adult body. The crib stood in the corner, and a changing table sat against the far wall, stocked with stacks of diapers that made her stomach twist.
And then there was the feeling. A damp, heavy warmth between her legs. She shifted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she realized: she was wearing a diaper. A soaked one.
lizzy’s heart pounded. This wasn’t right. None of it was. But before she could process it further, the door creaked open. Her roommate, Sarah, stepped inside, her expression soft and knowing. She didn’t knock. She didn’t ask. She simply walked over, crouched down, and, without a word, began checking lizzy’s diaper.
“Such a good sleeper,” Sarah cooed, her voice warm with approval. “You didn’t stir once. Not even a little.”
lizzy’s lips twitched. The situation was absurd, surreal, but the praise that felt real. A giggle bubbled up, unstoppable, as Sarah finished her diaper check and gave her an approving pat on the head.
lizzy couldn’t help it. She giggled again, the sound bright and unguarded, even as her mind raced with questions.
