towel-clad superheroes

So today, folks, I present to you... a winning argument AGAINST sleeping naked. Viva la pajamas, viva. Okay so here's what went down at 1am this morning; boiling hot, no need for superfluous items of clothing, fast asleep then BANG BANG BANG! GET HER UP! BANG BANG BANG! Get her up NOW! Just GO IN THERE!! CARY FOR CHRISTS SAKES!!! GET OUTSIDE NOWWWWW. My little heart is pounding, so many shouty noises, what's going ON?! I start getting out of bed... OH, yes, I have no clothes on. Start fumbling around for clothes. CARY!!!!! Okay wait what do I do? Clearly this is an emergency, is it emergency enough that I have to go outside with nothing on, is it that bad, can I quickly find some clothes? Are people gonna die because of ME? I grabbed a towel and ran outside. Holy SHIT, we were literally about 5 meters away from crashing into a multimillion dollar Superyacht. It was so windy the anchor had dragged over 100 meters and the alarm wasn't set so we only knew as the other boat started hooting like mad, and to cut a long story short I BASICALLY saved the day in my bath towel and they couldn't have done it without me and I'm a bit of a hero and we managed to pull the anchor up just in time to start the engines and avoid a MAJOUR collision. I get up from the deck, where I lay hanging off the bow pulling up the anchor with a torch in my hand and see the guests standing RIGHT there with the captain, they had come up to see what was going on and there's old nakey-nakerton in her bath towel. Oh, hi folks, show's over, NOTHIN' to see here... and then I scurried off to my bed. Yes. It may be a good idea from now on to sleep a little less naked, a little more clothed. God. Such drama. Girl's gotta get some sleep ya know. Goodnight everyone, have a faaaaantastic weekend.