From Hot to Cold – Chapter One – A life changing moment
Michael was wondering when the rain would stop so he could get back outside. It had been lovely weather the few days before and watching the streams of water on the window pain and the drops fall from the tree caused him to sigh. It rained the whole day and Michael found that, as the day ended, it was time to rest and hope tomorrow was sunnier. It was the summer and he hoped to get to the cinema with his friends that week as there were a few films he wanted to see. He was frustrated that his day had been held back by all the rain, and he had played his games console for the most part. Michael turned off his console and prepared for bed.
Michael was always a deep sleeper and as he dropped off he thought of the heavy rain. He soon drifted asleep and, as always, had many dreams. One dream consisted of a waterfall that he was falling down and splashing into the river below, Michael was struggling to swim back up stream towards dry land. He was surrounded by walls of jungle on either side of the river banks and Michael was being dragged under by the strong rapids he was fighting against. He eventually made it to the bottom and found himself in a pool of warm water that was tranquil and comforting. He glided slowly towards the waters edge and climbed out of the pool. Michael was enjoying the now bright sun on his face before the dream ended.
Michael stirred and slowly opened his eyes before rubbing them to release the sleep trapped inside. He was still thinking about his crazy dream then quickly realised something was different and that he did not feel right. Michael felt a little cold under his sheets and there was an odd smell that reminded him of something he could not quite put his fingers on. It was conjuring some distant memories in his mind and he squirmed and shifted his body before finally realising what the matter was. Michael slid his hands under his covers and across his legs and sheets. He could not believe what had happened and in his disbelief threw his covers back towards the end of the bed. He had wet the bed for the first time since he was a little boy. At first he wondered if he was still dreaming but this soon faded and the harsh reality of the situation was brought to a head.
Michael sat in the damp bedding and started running scenarios through his head about the best way to tackle the situation. He started to panic a little and jumped up out of the bed. It was at this point he realised that he was completely soaked and had wet a lot. There was large wet patch right in the middle of the bed and Michael knew he had a real mess on his hands. He thought about when he was little and had the odd accident, it was not such a big deal then as most little children will wet the bed from time to time. It was a different feeling now he was seventeen and he shook his head in further disbelief. Before he could think of a plan his mum called out.
“Michael, darling, I have put some breakfast on. Five minutes!” came the call from the bottom of the stairs.
Michael was still panicking a little and muttered some response that was neither audible or had any sense to it.
“Michael, did you hear me?” he could hear his mum start climbing the stairs, they were made of old wood and creaked to high heaven “Did you hear me, I said?”
“I am awake mum! Five minutes I heard you.” Michael spluttered out with a real sense of desperation not to be caught with a wet bed.
“Okay then, see you in a minute.”
Michael heard his mum turn toward the staircase and blew a sigh of relief. He quickly grabbed the wet sheets and started rolling them up, he was thinking he would hide them until he could formulate the next part of the plan. Michael was disgusted by the slight smell and wet feeling on the sheets and noticed his hands were now sticky with urine from the accident.
At that moment his mum had remembered that she needed to talk to him about a problem she had noticed with the upstairs toilet. She needed to tell him to use the downstairs one instead. Michael heard his door opening and the next thing he knew his mum had hung a head around the door and was about to explain about the toilet. Instead she saw Michael half shoving bed sheets in the bottom of his closet.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she came fully into the room. She had a confused but inquisitive tone and Michael knew that this was going to be difficult to get out of.
“Err…nothing…just…” Michael could not get any words out and his head dropped as his mum picked up the duvet that was soaked with urine and she noticed the slight smell.
“Why is this all wet Michael, what’s going on?” She soon realised that the sheets were covered in urine and was surprised herself “Did you wet the bed?” she asked confused. “Show me those sheets…you have wet the bed haven’t you?” She was getting slightly mad at this point but took a breath.
Michael’s head dropped and he pulled the sheets from the closet and sat on the end of the bed. His head was hanging with shame and embarrassment and he shrugged as his mum looked on very surprised and taken a back. Michael wanted a hole in the ground to open up so he could jump inside and stop existing. His mum soon shook of the surprise and sat next to Michael on the end of the bed. She realised that she needed to enter concerned mum mode and that getting angry would not solve the situation.
“Don’t worry dear,” she said putting a hand on his shoulder “it happens sometimes, its just one of those things. Go and have a shower, don’t use the upstairs toilet there is a problem with it.”
She stood up and told Michael she would have his breakfast ready and get the wet sheets all clean again. As she watched Michael leave the room she thought about how strange it was for her grown son to wet the bed. Maybe there was something troubling him, maybe there was a medical problem, maybe something serious. She put the thoughts out of her mind as she began to gather the sheets. She reassured herself that it was probably nothing as she took the sheets downstairs to the washing machine.
Michael was taking his shower and could not shake the shame of wetting the bed from his head. He tapped his head on the tiled wall as he washed the urine from his body. After his shower and getting dressed Michael went to the kitchen and entered very timidly not knowing what reception he would get from his mum.
“You okay, dear?” she said in her most neutral, yet kind, tone “You did not use the upstairs toilet did you?”
“No, mum, I did not.” Michael was frustrated and still embarrassed.
“Well, here is your breakfast, bacon sandwich and some scrambled eggs.” she passed the plate over and smiled.
“Thanks, mum.”
The End of From Hot to Cold – Chapter One – A life changing moment.
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