At that, Ernie opened his eyes, albeit groggily. It was still early, still dark out. He could tell because his body said so. It was far too late to still be up, and far too early to just get up. Still, Ernie opened his eyes and sleepily tried to get them to adjust to the darkness in the room. It took a few moments longer than expected, but when they finally did, he sighed. "Why are you drinking caus'a me," he asked, yawning as he did.