It was the abrupt and sudden sound of his talking alarm clock announcing the time was 7am that finally stirred Matt from his slumber. He opened his eyes, the imagine not changing from when his eyelids were closed. It took a few moments to figure out why his alarm clock was so far away. He was on the couch, still in the clothes he had worn to court yesterday, and to top it all off he had a fantastic headache.
As if a headache like this would not be disorienting enough for someone with the ability of sight, the pain made it hard to concentrate and so the visions and pictures he produced in his mind were fuzzy and dull, the noises were awfully loud. He sat up, groaning and rubbing his temples. The world seemed shaky and off balance.
"I don't remember coming back here..." He spoke in his normal, soft tone to himself before managing to drag himself to his feet to shut off his infernal alarm clock. The sound was only making his headache worse. He took a seat on the bed and reached over, giving the alarm clock a good smack to shut it off. He was going to be late to the office at this pace. It normally did not take him long to get ready, but in his state there was no way he could move quickly without the risk of tripping over himself.
He undressed and went to the shower, letting the warm water run over him. It gave him some relief from pain in his head as it washed the overwhelming smell of alcohol from his body. The shower seemed loud, but at least it was comforting and gave him sometime to recollect the events of last night. "Okay, well the last thing I remember was going to Josie's with Foggy and we were meeting karen after the win on that case." He pondered to himself and used the other context clues of the morning to decide that he had surely gotten drunk off his ass.
So his first idea when he got out of the shower was to call Foggy. Although it was not necessarily a big deal, he was a big boy he could take care of himself. But getting drunk in public these days made him a bit nervous. What if he started babbling on about his night job as "daredevil". How many people would actually listen to and even believe part of what a drunk blind man was saying was a different factor, but it troubled him at times none the less. He half dressed himself before walking to his bedside table to grab his phone. The only issue was it didn't seem to be there.
Matthew grumbled and began to feel around next to the table on the floor, under the bed, under his sheets. With no luck he began to search all parts of the floor, the bathroom, in the couch. He even went into the fridge and through all his drawers in an attempt to locate the he could normally detect the faint electrical signal from his phone, his current state of mind made It nearly impossible. Call it? The thought crossed his mind, but surely it was dead by now from not being charged the evening before.
He also noticed as he searched for his phone that his glasses were missing. Glasses were a bit harder to find than a phone, so he hoped that if he found one at least he could find the other.
Frustrated and running late, he ate his breakfast, finishing dressing and as he made his way out the door, grabbed his cane from the corner. At least he had that. He admitted to Foggy not long after the incident with Fisk, when everything was calm and they were once again on even and agreeing terms that he normally did not really need the cane but it was convenient when he decided he'd rather not concentrate completely on navigate. Even if he wanted to not use it right now, it would surely be a struggle with how his hangover was making him feel.
