Ah. There's the contact that jolts a person out of sleep and into full-on alertness.

His wrist jerks free as his other hand balls into a fist, eyes snapping open and focusing just in time to stop himself swinging a proper blow toward his 'assailant.' For half a moment, he's terrified. For half a sleepy second, it's Simeon standing over him.

Then his waking brain starts to run to catch up. His heart's pounding far too fast for him to drop down again, so sitting up in bed will have to do. "Damn it, Jarvis--"