You awake to find yourself lying in liquid feces at 4am.
You stumble into the bathroom and start the shower and you stand shivering under the water, waiting for it to warm up.
Once you are clean and dry, you return to your room and strip the bed, mattress pad included.
As the washing machine fills, you open the window so that you will stop gagging on the air freshener you sprayed thru-out, and finally you can catch your breath.
You ask yourself,
"How could this have happened?"
You feel a familiar, painful cramping low in your gut and you hastily run to the bathroom again.
Afterwards, you log onto your Amazon account, and with a sigh, you order adult diapers.
You thank God for another sunrise.
Love,
Dixie
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