Twilight: Newer Moon
Bella awoke with a start. Her sheets were damp again. “Shit,” thought Bella, “I hope I didn’t wet the bed. That would certainly be an inauspicious start to the day.” Cautiously, she lifted a sopping length of Laura Ashley cotton to the delicate nostrils that were located exactly in the middle of her pale, heart-shaped face. She sniffed, but could detect no pungent urine aroma.