He turned his head and tried cracking an eye open. It was blindingly bright, but all he needed was the color. Don't let it be... damn it. It was coppery-red; the one color he didn't want to wake up next to. He wasn't much of a morning person, maybe he could just sleep in and wait for her to leave on her own. All he could remember was taking the last of the polysapor potion and mixing it with vodka. He was pretty certain he thought it was a brilliant idea last night.