No More Wet Beds!

Previously

…That night, as I snuggled into my dry bed, I thought about the swamp. It had been a bit of an adventure, a bit of a challenge, but now it was just a memory. I wasn’t a swamp-dweller anymore. I was a dry-night explorer, ready for new adventures. I closed my eyes, a happy sigh escaping my lips. The moonlight painted silver stripes across my room, and the only sounds were the gentle hum of the night and my own peaceful breathing. No more soggy surprises, no more worried mornings. Just sweet, dry dreams and the promise of another bright, dry day. And that, I decided, was the best superpower of all.