WETTING THE BED
Artemis' P.O.V.

When I was small, I had a problem. Not huge, but still, less then perfect. I used to wake up, very early, each morning, crying.

Because I wet the bed.

Now, I know what you're thinking - every little kid wets the bed, no 'biggie', whatever that means. But it was a 'biggie'. Not only was I lacking in sleep, but it was humiliating. Juliet used to laugh, and I'll admit, since I'm admitting to everything today, that I used to have a crush on her. One of those 'we'll get married' crushes. And when she laughed I resolved I would fix the problem.

I spent ages trying to think of a suitable solution. Nothing came. Don't forget, I was only 5 'and 100 days', so the obvious answer didn't come at once. But eventually the answer came to me:

I wouldn't sleep.

I reasoned, if I didn't sleep, I couldn't wet the bed. So, for a week, I didn't go to bed when Mother told me. Instead I stayed up studying. I've no idea what I studied. But it worked. I did sleep at school, because a small child cannot go without rest for so long, but I wasn't missing out on anything.

From that day forth I've forever lacked in sleep, and I've never wet the bed again.