For starters, he wasn’t on the couch anymore. He lay on his back on a floor. The floor was covered with a bluish-grey indoor/outdoor carpet; the well worn kind you see in an office or school building. The horrible light that made him want to weld his eyes shut came from the ceiling. It was fluorescent, not solar.
Wait a minute. The floors in Dante’s house were all hardwood. He had passed out in his house, and woken up, hung over, someplace else. That was the first major problem.
Dante sat up to take stock of the situation he was in. That’s when he became aware of the second major problem. He had pissed and shit himself in his sleep. Badly. He knew it instantly. The damp clammy feeling around his crotch and thighs. The grimy, gritty feeling around his butt.