He was having a wonderful dream. He was at his old house. His real house, in the pool with his parents. He was having a great time. But he had to pee. So he went inside the house and into the the bathroom. And
"Good morning Henry!"
He opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling of his room, light pouring in through the window.
"Come on Mr. Sleepyhead. It's already 10:30!" said Aunt Rebecca.
Was it really that late? And, was he in a waterbed? Something was wet.
Aunt Rebecca pulled the covers off the bed.
"Why are you so slee- oh Henry! What on earth happened?!"
He sat up, confused. The bed was definitely wet.
"You wet the bed!" Aunt Rebecca said.
"Oh. I, uh, I was having a dream about going to the bathroom and I guess I actually did go to the bathroom."
"Honestly Henry!" she said, helping him out of the bed. "Ugh. Well now you're dirty. Go take a shower."
He went into the bathroom and took of the nightie and panties. After taking the shower, he realized that he didn't have another pai