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“Hey, is there any sweet tea left?” Deondre asked, half leaning into the room.
“No,” Tamonte answered holding up his cup, “I’m finishing it.”
“Seriously, I was gonna get some of that.”
“Then you should have before I did,” Tamonte then gulped down the last of the liquid in his cup. That had been a while ago, now Tamonte’s foot hung over the edge of his bed and his face was smushed into his pillow. He also snored, much to the chagrin of Deondre who was in the bed across the room from him. It was late and the only sound alongside Tamonte’s snoring was the tapping of Deondre’s fingers on their keyboard. The lights were out but that hadn’t been enough to stop Deondre though he did kindly refrain from playing his music. Tamonte snored again and smacked his lips, Deondre looked up and glared. He chucked a pillow at the foot hanging from Tamonte’s bed.
“Shut up over there.” The pillow bounced off Tamonte’s foot, stirring him just slightly.
They snorted, “Fuck off De,” they yawned, turned over, and fell back asleep, snoring and all. Deondre rolled his eyes and went back to his laptop. As he slipped back into unconsciousness Tamonte vaguely registered a twinge in his bladder.
Tamonte opened his eyes to see his bedroom, or at least it looked like his bedroom. It was dark and…larger? He didn’t get much time to dwell on the strange dimensions as something more pressing came to the forefront of his mind. His bladder throbbed in his abdomen threatening to leak. They gasped and a hand shot down to hold their crotch, they squeezed but got no relief which was odd but they didn’t have much time to dwell on it. They needed to get up, quickly . Stumbling out of bed Tamonte tiptoed across the floor to where he remembered the door to be. The door didn’t seem to have a knob anymore but it swung open when he pressed on it nonetheless revealing the hallway. The hallway was so long, had it always been this long? It must have been, hallways don’t just change. His bladder spasmed again and he hopped from foot to foot as he made his way down the mysteriously long hall. They came to another door, this must be the bathroom, right? It had to have been, that was where he was going after all. There was a light on inside but when he knocked there was no answer, maybe they’d just left it on? Another wave of desperation and a squirt that created a wet spot on his underwear swept those thoughts away. This door had a knob and when he twisted it he found it was unlocked. The door opened slowly, bathing him in bright white light. Rather than his eyes adjusting like he expected, the light seemed to surround him making it impossible to tell where he was going. The bathroom was also larger than they remembered, seemingly endless. Another leak, a longer one this time, shot out of him and increased the speed of his frantic search for the toilet. There was no end in sight, there was nothing in sight except the bright light surrounding them. He leaked again, strong and hard, but this time it didn’t stop when he tried to cut it off; it just poured out of him, on and on and-
Tamonte woke with a start in his own bed, in his own room with its proper dimensions. He let out a sigh, it had all been a dream. His relief was shortlived as he realized that the dream may not have been real but the weight in his bladder certainly was. They groaned and brought down a hand to hold themselves, this time gaining some minor relief from the pressure. They stumbled out of bed again almost tripping on the pillow Deondre had thrown earlier. While the lack of matrix dream-induced issues made the process of getting out of the room and to the bathroom easier, the urgency of his need was much higher and he had to stop multiple times to stop leaks and squirts as they came. The bathroom door was open, the light was thankfully normal and he was sure there wouldn’t be a repeat of the events of the dream when a wave of desperation washed over him.
He clenched his muscles and squeezed his penis but it did no good. Pee gushed out of him, saturating his underwear and pajama pants, running down his legs, and puddling on the bathroom floor just inside the door. They stood frozen in panic and embarrassment for a moment before the sensation of their wet clothes sticking to their skin snapped them out of it. They took a deep breath to clear their head before getting to work.
He stripped out of his wet pants and dumped them in the sink to rinse. With the paper towels from beside the sink, he mopped up the puddle, discarding the used sheets in the trash to take out in the morning. He rinsed his pajamas with warm water and wiped off his legs with a washcloth. After wringing the pants out he turned off the light and tiptoed back down the hall, wet pants in hand.
Deondre was asleep and didn’t wake when they turned on the light, he probably wouldn’t have awoken if Tamonte hadn’t slipped on the pillow and stumbled into his bed while changing.
“Ugh, wha-, why’re the lights on?” He grumbled.
“No reason, go back to sleep,” Tamonte hissed.
“The lights are on,” Deondre groaned and rolled over catching Tamonte only halfway into a pair of clean underwear, “why’re you naked?”
Tamonte huffed and shuffled their feet, “I… I had an accident.”
Deondre snickered, “Serves you right for finishing all the sweet tea,” he rolled back over, “Turn the light off.” Tamonte made quick work of getting into fresh clothes and dumping the wet ones into the hamper before turning off the lights and getting back into bed.