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After falling asleep on the beach the previous day, Joyce, my aged companion, awoke not feeling in the holiday mode. Her back and legs stung from sunburn and she refused, eyeing me suspiciously, to have anymore aloe vera rubbed into her.
Roger our tour guide had announced that today would be a free day.
Joyce made it clear that was precisely what she had in mind, doing nothing.
Unable to move I left her and returned sometime later with a breakfast tray. She managed to sit up enough to eat and looking out the window noticed a seagull on the window ledge.
The seagull like Joyce was looking beyond at the strange cloud formation. Roger had told us Morgue was famous for its clouds. Joyce called me to take a photograph, which I did.
This feature of life in Morgue distracted her enough from her physical woes, so for a few seconds, she was her usual cheerful self.
It was short lived as any movement resulted in her quickly returning to her painful self. After assorted grumblings, she instructed me to go out and leave her be.
I did so looking forward to another Morgue town experience.