Failmate

            I jolted awake in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Sweating for some reason, I sat up, looking at the clock. Two thirty in the morning, way too early for me to be up. I began to lay my head back down to the pillow when I realized just how wet it was. I got back up, and turned on the light. I had apparently been sweating up a river during whatever I was dreaming, as my entire bed was soaked. I groaned as I realized I had also wet myself, which was quite unlike myself, having not done that since I was five. As I pulled the sheets off in preparation to remake the bed,