He stumbled out of bed foolishly, opening the door and making a loud clunky sound with the handle. The jerky opening motion seemed to vibrate the entire first floor for a short moment. Angry, yet more likely frightened to have been woken, Julie appeared in the hallway where Ken was standing, swaying slightly and glancing around, probably confused as to his whereabouts.

"What the hell are you doing?" Her voice was but a hiss, a sleep coated fearful one to be clear.
"I'm just, just off getting some...water."
He spat the last word out thickly like a child refusing fish. In his vague morning hangover memory Ken would remember his voice sounding far removed from his usual tone. He thought of it as his voice heard through earmuffs after having gotten very cold ears. Perhaps from swimming in the British sea.

Julie grasped his shoulder, half comfortingly. "Get back into your bed, I'll get you some water."
Ken began to garble something about it not being his bed. Julie murmured 'uh huh' and gave him a gentle push. As he muttered something agreeably whilst jauntily turning around, Julie also turned and began shuffling down the stairs, holding the banister to compensate for the dark.

When Julie came back with a glass Ken was sound asleep the wrong way up in bed and snoring in a distressed animal waver. Yawning and blinking the onset of sleep from her eyes Julie placed the glass on the bedside table and went back into her room, quickly finding sleep.