When she did she noticed that it was still very dark out. Not that she expected it to be light out at five in the morning. The day before it was just as dark.
Paris sat up in bed. She heard a familiar crinkle as she sat up. She wore diapers to bed. For as long as she could remember, she was a bed wetter. Her parent's knew this and tried to support her.
They gave her money some money for diapers. She was responsible for ordering them though.
She stuck her hand between her legs. She pushed on her diaper a little. She realized her diaper was wet. She had guessed that it would be. It never failed to become at least a little wet if she fell asleep. She was mostly checking to see how wet she was. Her diaper was only a little wet. If she had gotten more sleep she knew it would have been wetter.
She then...