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Do you think Kronii's ever peed herself while sleeping? Like, as a kid? (it'd be hot if she did it as an adult too). Maybe she's had that one oddly universal dream, where she has to pee really bad in the dream, and then when she does, it feels realistic, as if it was really coming out of her...
And then, all of a sudden, her eyes flutter awake, and she feels wet... and warm, surprisingly warm. Her clothes are sticky, and so is the blanket again. Oh no, she knows what this means... she ponders whether or not to tell her parents. On one hand, they should probably be informed, but on the other, she could just get a change of clothes and be done with it...
She doesn't bother taking a shower. Why? In the middle of the night? One look at the clock and she can tell it's already 3 AM. She simply slips out of her wet pajamas, pats herself dry with a towel, gets a fresh change, grabs a new blanket, and then tosses it all in the laundry basket. It didn't even occur to her that whomever was in charge of laundry would definitely know she wet the bed, but to her, this was perfect. Only... she froze.
Her mother had gotten up to use the bathroom, and had caught her throwing the clothes away. It was easy for her to figure out why little Kronii was doing that, and it didn't really matter that much to her. But for Kronii? Oh, it was the worst time of her life. She had just turned twelve, and was still wetting the bed! In front of her parents, no less! She sheepishly tried to hide her ruined clothes behind her back, but by then it was too late... her mother just chuckled, and told her to go take a shower.
Isn't it wonderful? The human mind? It turns even the most mundane of things into a humiliating affair. Peeing is perfectly natural, so is sleep. Yet, you feel that societal pressure, the shame of not 'peeing in the right place', of staining your clothes, of doing it when you're not supposed to. You did a shameful thing, you've gotten filthy fluids all over yourself. It is in human nature to reject nature, even though there's really nothing wrong in peeing yourself. You had to go, so you went. Logically, that's how it goes. But the human world has no logic; it's wrong, it's embarrassing to do it this way, you have to do it right, at the proper place, at the proper time.
Imagine how ashamed she must've felt. Realizing she's done it again, at a ripe age. That she didn't do just one wrong, but two, by trying to hide it from her parents and being caught. I want to taste it. Not the pee (though that would be nice), of course, but the embarrassment she felt, the humiliation, of pee-stained pajamas, of a loose timecunny. Truly, we are prisoners of our own making, stressing out over such primal things...
