Who Dunnit?

Sometimes when I wake up it's as if I'm in a "Who Dunnit?" mystery.

Let's set the stage:
Beastie is in different PJs from what I put her in last night.
Beasties bathroom door is closed. It's never closed.
There's a sopping wet hand towel in the middle of the floor.
Found selfies of Beastie on my phone from 1:38 am.

Not even remotely sure what transpired last night.