Light.
Will was pulled brutally out of sleep by one rude beam of sunlight that fell perfectly onto his left eye. He sat up, still groggy from… He wasn't in his boat. Elliot was slumped lazily over a chair, Denny was sprawled out backwards on his bed snoring, Will was halfway on Denny's couch with fishing net tangled around his feet and Vaughn sleeping peacefully on the floor beside him. His mouth tasted like something had crawled in it and died. That was it, he decided. The next time Denny invited him over for drinks he would conveniently have an appointment.