Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. I pissed the bed. I pissed the bed like a toddler! Like a schoolkid! I visit Karol and Isa for the first time in a long time, and this is how I repay them? And what do I even tell them? "Heyy. Thanks for having me over. By the way, I pissed your guest bed like an eight year old. Again, thank you."
How do I even confront them?
First off, how do I even get up? Everything feels sticky in a bad way. It went through my pants onto the bedsheet. I hope to God it didn't go through the mattress, but I think there's a cover.
I check Instagram before I yell across the house that I just wet the bed. Are they even online?
4 A.M.
For some reason, Karolina is. How do I even confront her about this? She'd probably be mad, right? One of her best friends has been so depressed that they haven't seen them in months, and the first time they do, they piss the damn bed?
I'm only texting her because I don't know how to use the laundry machines at her house, not because I can't change the bed and myself like I'm 3 years old.
R: "Heyy. You still up?"
K: "Yes. Everything alright?"
Instant response. Damn.
R: "yeahh I just.. can you come in here?"
Shuffle, shuffle. Knock knock. There she is. Karolina, with her blue eyes, soft brown hair, and strong body. She's still in her pajamas: a blue nightgown with floral designs on it.
"You okay, Roberta?"
"I.. I need to be honest. I.. I had an accident in my sleep. Please don't be mad."
Karolina's look changes. She gives me a comforting smile. "Mad? Why would I be mad? They're called accidents for a reason. Do you need help changing?"
I sigh in relief. "Yea. Could you put the comforter and mattress sheet in the washer?"
"Sure. Oh! You do have spare clothes, right?"
"I do, thank you."
"You're welcome, honey."
Honey?
I finally unstick myself from the comforter. There's a huge puddle underneath me. How much soda did I even have? I only had a few cups, albeit big cups. I pull out some spare underwear and pajamas from my bags and change.
Karolina pops her head in. So does Isabel in her matching yellow nightgown. Fuck, both of them know?
"Heyy, everything okay? I got the spares for the bed and a plastic bag for your clothes." Isabel says
"Thank you but could I be alone, for a few minutes?"
"Sure," they both say in unison. Isabel puts the stuff down and grabs the old comforter and sheet before they leave, closing the door behind them.
Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I take off my clothes and go over to the adjoining bathroom. I need a FRESH shower after all of this. Maybe it'll wash the smell of piss and shame off of me.
I step into the shower with my loofah and my towel. They don't mind if I borrow their shampoo anyway, right?
..the fuck is "Lavender Coconut Breeze"?
I rub it through my hair and wash it out. It smells wonderful. I pay extra attention to my privates and my legs, scrubbing it 'til it's mildly red just to get the piss out. I scrub and wash my whole body. Dang, this is nice, nicer than how sticky it feels to wake up in a puddle of helplessness.
Shower thoughts time.
What if they're mad at me and hiding it?
I mean, I see them for the first time in months, and I pay them back like this?
Who pisses the bed as an adult randomly?
If this happens again, then what? Would I need Always or Depends for the rest of my life? I'm too young for that.
Okay, Roberta, calm down. You're too depressed to think about next week, let alone your life.
I step out of the shower, drying myself off and drying my hair. I then grab my Wet Brush and my spare pajamas: a white nightgown with light blue flowers on them. I put it and my spare underwear on as I put my other clothes in a CVS bag and tie it. I grab the new sheet and comforter Isabel put down and take it amongst myself to change the bed. I mean, I owe them that, right? After messing it up?
Damn, changing a bed is hard. But, I've done it. I haven't even changed my own bed in weeks.
I hear a knock from the only 2 people who could be here right now. They knock before coming in. Isabel sits next to me on the bed.
"Robbie, you alright?" she asks.
"Yea.. just.. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"The bed, for wetting it. I didn't mean to. It's the first time you have me over in a while, and I pay you back like this."
Karolina interjects. "You don't have to be sorry. It was an accident."
"Yeah, sweetheart. Don't be sorry." Sweetheart? When has Isabel ever called me sweetheart? I mean, cutie, girlie, sure. But sweetheart? Why are they treating me like a child?
Karolina hands me a bottle of water and sits next to me on the bed, the other side. It's a bit cloudy. "Here, to rehydrate."
"Why is it kinda cloudy?" Is she trying to drug me?
"It was in the freezer for a while. It's probably defrosting." Makes sense. I mean, the fact it's liquid this soon doesn't make sense, but I trust her. Who would make that up anyway? I open the bottle of water and gulp it. I'm like a goldfish tonight, drinking anything I have my hands on. Late-night water is delicious.
I'm the luckiest girl right now. They're not mad at me at all. They seem.. accepting, like this is typical. It's nice.
"Isa, Karol, I just want to apologize again for wetting the bed. It was an accident, I swear."
"We know that, honey. It's okay." Isa now with the "honey" shit?
The Inside Out people inside my head want to be vulnerable with them. Let's give them vulnerable. Let's be honest. They wanna see Roberta, let's give them Roberta.
