Duo stumbled into the kitchen, still trying to recover from crawling out of bed on only three hours of sleep. He couldn't remember at the moment just why he'd only gotten three hours of sleep; the only thing registering to him at the moment was the coffee pot on the other side the room.
He ambled to the counter and fumbled for a coffee mug from the cabinet above. Managing that, he poured a cup of fresh coffee and shuffled to the table to sit down. Slowly sipping on the hot liquid, Duo began to think on what made this morning so weird.
Trowa walked in then, eying the slouching Duo with surprise. "Duo, you're up early this morning."
Duo looked up at him, "I didn't sleep well." His speech slurred a little.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with a radio, would it?" Trowa passed Duo on his way to the refrigerator. But he stopped behind Duo.
"No," Duo had groaned, putting his head down on the table.
In the movement, something shiny caught Trowa's eye.
"Duo, I think you have glass in your hair."
"Probably," Duo replied.
"You're not surprised?"
Duo kept his forehead pressed to the table. "Not really. There was glass on my bed when I woke up."
Quatre appeared at the doorway to the kitchen and upon hearing Duo's statement, slowly backed out, deciding someone else could handle the latest crises. Duo didn't see him and Trowa decided to let it go, opting to try to figure out this latest incident.
"Do you know why you woke up in glass?"
"I was trying to figure that out…" Duo picked his head up and tilted it back, now looking at the ceiling.
"I see," Said Trowa, continuing his journey to the refrigerator.
A minute later there came a loud, "OH!"
Trowa was pouring himself a glass of juice, and was glad he didn't jump easily. He didn't relish cleaning up that mess.
"I got annoyed at the light." Duo took a satisfied sip of his slightly cooled coffee.
Trowa just waited for Duo to finish explaining his outburst.
"I finally fell asleep, but the light was still on, and I wanted it off. So, I threw my cell phone at it."
"I'm amazed that you were coherent enough to remember that, but not rational enough to realize the potential injury risk of breaking glass right above you." Trowa took a sip of his own drink.
"Who said I was rational?"
Trowa quirked his eyebrow at him.
Duo shrugged. "What else am I supposed to think, after waking up surrounded by the broken glass of the ceiling fan light bulb, and with my phone on the other side of the room with its battery cover popped off?"