EagleCrash1

I yawned, uncurling and rolling onto my back. I'd slept like a log, like I had done since I'd come back home. But I could tell right away I'd had another accident. Reluctantly, I threw back my bedcovers, and sat up in my bed. I gave my nappy a prod, but I didn't need to. It crinkled, as I moved, thick and spongy. I could already tell it was damp. The slight clamminess not yet uncomfortable, but noticeable. Luckily, it was big enough that it hadn't leaked at all. If anything, it was mostly dry. But it didn't change the fact I'd wet myself in my sleep again. Another night I hadn't been able to stay dry. Mum had gone the extra mile, for me. Buying large packs of big, puffy, super-absorbent disposable nappies. For adults, they said. But I thought it was interesting they still came in bright colours of pink and powdery blue, with cartoon prints. I assumed it was to make them less...threatening, or stressful, for people like me. My current nappy was white and had a light blue trim, and