Would be a long night

I was sleeping when i suddenly noticed that i was feeling too cold as if i had wetted myself on bed. It was supposed to be a beautiful sleep but i couldnt continue to sleep halvely.

I stood up and looked around the dark room. My heart sank when I noticed the water cup had fallen over, soaking my bed. I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my hand through my hair.

"I thought I had already suffered enough through the day," I said quietly to myself. Now I had to change my clothes and clean up the bed, which felt like a lot of work.

I wanted to sleep, but it felt like I had awakened a haunting memory of sleepless nights. With a sigh, I got some towels to clean up the mess, knowing this night would be longer than I wanted.

And instead of just wasting the rest of the night feeling so annoyed, I'd rather write this story.
Good night dearies.