It was another normal day for me. Nothing interesting at school, my mom yelling and all that jazz. Eventually it was time to sleep. I went to the bathroom before bed like I always do, but afterwards I drank I few bottles of water because my throat was dry. I started to dream about being on a road trip. We stopped at a gas station so I could go to the bathroom. But when I began to pee I felt warm. I suddenly woke up. I didn't think much of the dream until I rolled over onto a giant puddle of urine on my bed. "What have I done?" I thought to myself. I got up and changed my underwear. What I had to do next was the thing I dreaded the most. Tell my mom. I walked towards her room. "Mom?" I asked. "What is it?" She replied. "I...peed in my bed." I slowly told her. She immediately got up and asked "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're 11 years old and still have accidents?" I didn't answer. She cleaned off my bed and put my blankets in the dryer. I ended up having to sleep on the couch that night. For months my mom made remarks about me pissing in my bed. I now limit myself to 1 bottle of water a night.
