He walked along the street for over a hundred meters but still couldn't find that slender figure.
Feeling bored, Clyde Summers lazily swung his bag behind him, shoved one hand in his pants pocket, and swaggered home.
That night, he had a dream where he was chasing a white silhouette, vague and blurred, seemingly close by, but just out of reach when he tried to grab it.
When he woke up, it was four in the morning, and his underwear was cool, wet, and sticky.
Clyde frowned, took off his underwear, and tossed it into the trash can.
Glancing at the time, he couldn't be bothered to find clean underwear in the wardrobe, so he wiped himself with a towel and lay back down naked to continue sleeping.
The first time he encountered this situation, he thought he had wet the bed. It felt quite embarrassing because wetting the bed wasn't something to be proud of. Later, a servant who did the laundry mentioned it to his dad, who was pleased and said he was growing up.
