Light streaks past the curtain, penetrating my eyelids. A throbbing artery pulsates behind my brow, seemingly threatening to pop my eyeballs from their sockets. I inhale deeply in hopes of fanning away the noxious fumes of lingering alcohol.
Courageously, I pry one eye open. Noon-ish. Early. Strained after being fooled into a fruitless mission, my eyelid angrily snaps back shut.