Charlie sleeps deeply, the kind of sleep you only get from booze followed by an incredible orgasm. When he does wake up, the bright light shining in his eyes and the fact that he's alone points to the fact that he probably slept in. He stretches and tries sitting up, then instantly regrets trying that. His damn head aches, and there still no fucking coffee in this place. Great.

He gets up eventually, not bothering to put on any clothes as he makes his way into the kitchen. What he wouldn't give for a fried egg right about now.