In God’s Image (Part 29)
Religion and LGBTQ Subversion — Pandemics and Painkillers
My clock read 2:44. It was still dark and eerily quiet. My sheets felt oddly cold and heavy. I didn’t even hear any cars pass by as I peeled them back and realized I had wet the bed. Because of the size of the wet spot and the unmistakable smell of urine, there was no way I could pass it off as sweat.