Leah can barely focus on the options she’s given. The day has been exhausting and stressful. She’s so tired.
“Actually, instead of doing any of that, could I take a nap?” Leah asks. The receptionist looks surprised. “It’s been a long day.”
“Yeah, I can get you settled down for a nap. But the only place that’s really conducive for sleeping right now is the crib room. And we have a rule-”
“Is it another diaper rule?” Leah asks wearily. The receptionist nods.
“Anyone sleeping in the cribs, no matter how old, needs to be in a diaper. Of course, the oldest child who’s ever slept in the cribs has been four, not fifteen…”
“At this point, I don’t care. I just need to get some sleep.”
“Well, if that’s what you want, knowing the rules…”
“It is.”
“Okay.” The receptionist picks Leah up and brings her over to a changing table, where Leah’s training pants are removed, a diaper is taped on, and she’s put in a soft onesie. “There.” Leah catches a look at her reflection in a nearby mirror. She doesn’t look like a teenager or even a toddler. She looks like a baby.
But she’s too tired to care.
The receptionist brings Leah to the crib room and gently sets her inside one. Before the receptionist has even left the room, Leah’s fast asleep.