Dale drifted in and out of sleep, shifting around to find a new comfortable position, until he realized that there was no point in fooling himself any more—he wasn't going to fall back asleep. He shoved the covers off and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His first order of business was snatching his glasses off the bedside table. He began walking over to the window while the world came into focus, noticing that it was still raining outside, although the storm had changed from a torrential downpour to a more sedate soaking rain.