The first night it happened, I thought I'd gotten the flu.
I was 49. I woke up at 2:47 AM in a sheet so wet I could see the outline of my body. My pajamas were stuck to my skin. The pillow was cold. My husband was sleeping next to me, completely dry, completely unaware.
I peeled the pajamas off, toweled myself down, changed into a t-shirt, and lay on top of the covers. I didn't fall back asleep until 4:30. The next morning I was exhausted and confused.