Oh shit! You peed the bed. But only a little. Or you can say Sycamore did. Still, you find a way to stay asleep, keeping the dream flowing onward. Yet something tells you that there is still a chance to salvage something from having peed the bed. Instinctively, you tear off the sheets and look at the puddle. Is there any chance it could dry in the shape of the Virgin of Guadalupe? Sure there is. A stain has meaning, it's there for a reason. Maybe this is one of those special stains. Cross your fingers and sit and watch it dry. Meanwhile, you might want to make some lemonade and bake some cookies, as you had better be ready for the pilgrims. But whatever you do, you may not cheat by shaping the stain further. That would be the work of an infidel. THE END