Time Regresses
I woke up with a start. Something felt off. I looked at the clock, and it read 8:30 PM. Confused and slightly disoriented, I went downstairs. Halfway down I felt a sudden unease and loss of balance. After I recovered I noticed that I heard clanking around in the kitchen. Startled, I padded down on barepaws into the kitchen to see my mother at stove, cooking something. I was startled, seeing the fox. I thought she'd died in a plane accident a few years ago. Why did she look as young as she did when I was in kindergarten? I decided not to bring this up, since she seemed to be happy. She saw me and smiled."Afternoon, sleepy head." she greeted."How long was I asleep?" I asked, making it sound as though I didn't intend to doze off."I got home two hours ago at around 8:30, so I'd say about that if not longer." she responded. I was confused at this point. Isn't it about 8:30 right now?"I just checked my alarm clock, and it said 8:30," I started. "so how could it have been 8:30 two hours ago?""Your clock must need resetting." my mom dismissed. "Sit down, we're about to eat." She served up to plates of spaghetti. I'm actually kind of glad she showed up, I was getting hungry. I licked my lips as I sat down at the table. "Did we wash our hands?" Mom asked. I could've sworn she just talked to me like I was a twelve year old, even though I'm almost sixteen, but I conceded. I hadn't, admittedly. I shook my head. "Well you aren't eating until you wash your hands, Michael." she said. I hurriedly went to wash my hands and took the liberty of using the bathroom while I was at it. A quick flush, wash and dry and I was back in the kitchen for spaghetti, my favorite! I sat down and sloppily inhaled my plate, furiously taking bite after bite for about four seconds before my mother chided me to slow down. We began chatting about paltry things for about two hours until we finished. My mom put the plates up and told me to get to work on my homework before I play any games."What time is it?" I asked, hoping to time myself to be able to have enough time to play video games. Even though I don't have school tomorrow, Mommy wanted me to finish my homework the day I got it."It's 8:30." Mommy answered. I seemed a little confused by this. Wasn't it 8:30 before we started eating. I shook my head, dismissing the thought. I must've just heard wrong. "If you finished by ten, then I'll let your stay up another hour and play." Mommy offered. Excited, I got to work. Two hours later, and thirty minutes late of my deadline, I finally finished. Mommy then came downstairs from her room."Michael, you need to get ready for bed, honey." she said."What time is it?" I asked, hoping to still have time to play video games."It's 8:30, honey." she responded."Well, you said that if I finished my homework before ten, I could stay up and play video games for an hour." I said."Did I?" Mommy asked. "That doesn't sound right, but I suppose you can play for a little bit, if you promise to go to sleep when I ask.""Thanks, Mommy!" I exclaimed bounding up the stairs. I plopped down in front of my television in my room, flipping it and my GameCube on. I started playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, trying to finally beat the fire temple. Two hours pass before my mommy walks in. During that time, I had felt a warm sensation in my crotch area, but thought nothing of it. My thoughts were on the game and not my pants. I don't even need to worry, do I? My mommy saw me playing games and spoke up."Come on, sweetie," she said, "It's been two hours, it's time to go to bed." I glanced at my alarm clock."But it's only 8:30!" I complained. She ignored my complaint and approached me."Come on, let's get you into your pajamas." she announced. I quickly saved and hopped onto the bed, laying on my back near the edge. For some reason, I felt smaller. I looked at myself in curiosity. I was still my eight year old self, nothing new here. I felt a slight breeze as Mommy took off my pants and sopping wet training pants."Why didn't you tell me you wet yourself?" my mommy lightly chided."I dunno, I didn't fink it was important." I mumbled, feeling childish all of the sudden."Well I guess you're gonna have to wear a diaper to bed, no trainers for you." Mommy said."Aww, do I hafta?" I asked, feigning pouting."You seem to like to wet yourself like a baby, you might as well dress like one so my carpet doesn't get dirty." Mommy said. I really didn't mind. I sat quietly as she taped me in a diaper. She took off my shirt and asked what pajamas I wanted to wear tonight."Dis is fine!" I exclaimed, gesturing to myself. My mommy understood that I was happy just wearing just a diaper and let me go to sleep. I slowly drifted off, having a vague unease the entire time that something wasn't right...