"Wake up, sleepyhead." Strong fingers grip my shoulder gently and I feel myself being shaken from my deep slumber. I mumble, wondering who the hell is waking me up, as I roll over onto my back. I crack open my eyes to find Alex staring back at me, and it feels a little like déjà vu as he looks at me with that same expression he had on the plane.
"Argh, what time is it?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.
"Just after one. Thought you might be hungry." Alex responds, just as my stomach lets out a grumble, making us both laugh.
"You thought right," I say. "Yeah, food would be good."
"Come on. I thought we could eat down at the grill by the pool. There should be a bit of a breeze and you won't catch too much sun." I glance down at my shoulders and can see the smattering of freckles coming through where the sun caught me earlier.
