The Loss

It was warm.
A typical day, not to hot, not to cold.
Actually it was night.
Either way it happened, it was inevitable and there was no way it could have been stopped.
I was sleeping.
Just dreaming.
A kid.
Two years ago Santa still existed but things were still merry.
It happened quickly.
I had heard about things. I was told it was going to happen.
Mother told me. Teachers told me. Even a principal.
I was just sleeping.
It woke me up.
A sudden rush.
Quick.
I tried to run away but It followed me.
Followed me into the bathroom,
where I saw It.
There It was.
On my cute cotton underwear.
Drenched.
I was ready for it but It still stung.
My innocence. Just lying there.