He woke early, scratchily and usually tried to wake Laura as well. She wasn’t impressed, but sleepily rolled from doona to ute to sand, it was better to go along for the ride than sleep in til ten, and then realise Dan wasn’t coming back till dark and she was stuck in the apartment with his mum. Oh god, his mum. Another con on the ever growing list. So Laura spent her mornings in the sand, cold and making conversation with girls she couldn’t stomach, their vapid thoughts undisguised in the sunrise.