I was in the two story house I once grew up in. I found myself in my bed surrounded by a disorganized mess on the floor. I got up and crossed over the balcony to my mom's room.
You know what? How about I use my mom's restroom? It's need a while since I used it. I thought.
I went to her small restroom the size of a closet and did my business.
I then woke up wetting the bed. • - •
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Nighttime Escapes
Short StoryA collection of all of the dreams and nightmares I remember because I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who finds dreams fascinating.
