Run away.

"No." You insist, climbing down from the changing table. "I'm not a baby."

Sarah gives chase as you run from the room. You find yourself in a maze built of giant pastel coloured toy blocks. Even though you can no longer see Sarah, you keep running, your soggy diaper sagging heavily.

Eventually, out of breath, you have to stop running. You know Sarah is coming but you don't know from where. You look down the paths, waiting.

Then, she appears behind you. "Peekaboo."

In fear, you flood your diaper but, as it is already soaked and it quickly leaks, sending streams of pee down your legs.

You wake up with a gasp. Your bottom and legs still feel wet and you quickly realise that you've wet the bed.

You strip the bed and shower, leaving your mattress uncovered and your window open in the hope it will dry out before tonight.

The other night you were considering buying diapers just to see how they felt. Now you wonder if you might want to pick some up just in case this happens again.