Jason want to piss

…deep night, almost complete silence, only the occasional rustling of sheets and breathing in the darkness…

Jason slept deeply, too deeply to feel the dream begin to replace reality. He dreamed something simple and deceptively familiar—as if he'd gotten up, walked to the bathroom, everything as usual.

In the dream, he relaxed.

And at that moment, his body did what it did in the dream—but in reality.

He wet himself.

At first, nothing changed—he was still dreaming, his face remained calm. But literally a second later, his body jerked, his breathing hitched, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

For a few seconds, he simply lay there, unsure where he was or what was happening. And then awareness came.

Complete, cold, instantaneous.

Jason froze, as if if he didn't move, everything would disappear on its own. His heart thudded in his chest, then again, faster. He didn't even dare take a deep breath.

"...fuck..." he breathed out, barely audible.

His cheeks flushed with shame, even though it was pitch dark and no one could see. He tensed, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to check if he was imagining it.

But no. It was real.

He wet himself in his sleep. In your bed.

Jason clutched the sheets with his fingers, feeling his insides tighten with awkwardness and panic. He just wanted to disappear—right now, without leaving a trace.

He slowly turned his head toward you, listening to your breathing. Are you asleep?... Or are you awake already?...

He didn't move, afraid to even stir, as if any movement would give him away. Only one thought swirled in his head: morning was inevitable.

And then he'd have to explain it.