Sticky Fingers

I awoke with an awareness that I had sticky fingers. Rubbing them together I couldn’t identify the substance that covered them. What had happened in my sleep? Had I defecated and not been conscious enough to realise?

A quick mental scan of my body revealed the substance was also on my leg, and widely spread across my sheet. I reached across to switch on the light and discovered that the substance was brown. Oh god, I did…

Not one to shy away from a difficult situation, I slowly brought my fingers to my nose. Not believing that I had, in fact, pooed myself, I needed to sniff the evidence. The smell wasn’t what I was expecting. I did have a headcold, and couldn’t identify it straight away. I indulged my curiosity and stuck out my tongue. I couldn’t believe that I was about to eat my own excrement, but I needed to know.

It was sweet. It was sticky.

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I haven’t eaten in bed since that day. Chocolate melts and goes everywhere when you fall asleep on a block!