Leah felt absolutely disgusting, soaked up to her back in urine and behind completely coated in poop. The sheets maybe ruined, but she was wrecked. She needed a shower, and a moment to center herself after such a devastating accident. She moved to the bathroom ,trying not to drip or make a bigger mess, but it was difficult with out soaked she is. She'll have to worry about clean up later. The moment she clicks the door lock, she strips herself, bags up her ruined PJ's, and starts running water. The warm water hitting her soiled, stinky skin feels deeply pleasant, the feeling of filth literally melting off her already improving her mood.
With most of the problem washed away, she finally has time to think over what happened. She never had an accident like this before, even when she was acting baby for the day a few weeks ago she never developed a bed wetting problem. So why did this start now? Her dream comes to mind. Or nightmare, rather. She was a little preoccupied when she first woke up to think about it, but most of it was still vivid in her memory. She remembered feeling sad, maybe a little jealous, about Tonya moving away from her. She remembered feeling embarrassed about being naked. And, of course, she remembers the creature. She feels a shudder go up her spine just thinking about it.
She was never one for analyzing one's dreams---feeling like it's a little too wishy-washy---but as she has no other explanation for her terrible accident, she decided she didn't have much of a choice.
Letting out a sigh of contentment as she begins to scrub the rest of the urine and shit off of her, she focused on analyzing her nightmare and came up with a theory: