Jennifer nodded as she whispered faintly "I sorry." her eyes falling down as she quickly fell back asleep on the cot. The figure itself quickly fading from her memory entirely.
Jennifer woke up in a startled shock. She looked around the room, it was eerily the same, she groaned as she rubbed her eyes and sat up. The plastic lined bed crinkling against her pull up. As she stood up she opened her eyes again wide. She was taller, even just a smidgen it was an improvement from the other day. In a renewed sense of hope Jennifer dashed over to the wall marking her height, there was a new dash. She was actually five!
Jennifers mind scoffed that was still too young, but a day back forward was enough for her, she just needed to keep the trend up. Jennifer scratched her head, she had sworn she was potty trained she was five, why was she still in pull-ups and a protected bed? Jennifer flipped the covers to reveal her answer.
It was soaked. In her excitement she must have not noticed it, but clearly her four year-old self had followed her through an extra year. Jennifer shook her head, she might have just been misremembering or maybe she was potty trained later when she was five. At the end of it, Jennifer didnt pay it any immediate concern.
The bedroom door opened as Jennifer saw her mother enter with a smile. At 24 she was on her way to pursue her masters degree, her ragged eyes bore the story of countless sleepless nights of work, study and raising a kid. "Hey kiddo, are you ready to go to..." her voice trailed off. "Oh you wet the bed again. Well thats ok, head to the bathroom and I'll get this cleaned up."
Jennifer nodded as she obeyed, toddling past her mother as she began to work on carrying her daughters soiled linens. After a quick impromptu rag bath Jennifer was dressed and then guided to the car for kindergarten. Being this young she really didn't have any independence nor influence on others decisions, which helped her greatly for trying to not accidentally being rude and triggering the curse, she was still on thin ice after all.
The day at kindergarten was fairly easy, if a little boring. Outside of basic learning of letters and numbers all they did was play. Which Jennifer made sure to be as submissive as possible, as of course, being too assertive could be seen as rude, and she quickly developed the habit to whisper "Im sorry" at the end of every sentence for good measure. The kids didnt care, and Jennifer didnt want to go back to pre-K just because of some five year old brat. The only truly decisive time came shortly after lunch as she had started to wet herself. She didnt even realize she was going, just a sudden warmth and wetness between her legs. It was weird given she still remembered knowing when to go, and how to. But it was now a void in feeling her body on how full it was, as if her body didn't connect with her mind. It was deeply embarrassing and Jennifer had to grit her teeth to deal with a stranger changing her. She couldn't even change herself, though again at five who would? Jennifer calmed down after the fact but still remained adamant to try to figure it out during the rest of the day.
After a grating seven hours Jennifer was finally picked up by her mom. She happily gave a condensed version of the days events to her and after a unremarkable dinner found herself right back in the bed she had woken up in this morning, linens replaced and fresh. Jennifer closed her eyes as she waited to be back in first grade tomorrow.