“I think I’m gonna go and have a nap,” Ben told Mike, “Just for an hour.” They had been back at the hostel for an hour, having stopped for a meal on the way back from the art gallery. Ben had tried to stay awake, but his eyes were drooping. He knew he was too tired to try and stay awake all night, and so he thought if he slept for an hour he would be safe. He had purposely avoided drinking throughout the day and over dinner, and so if he set the alarm on his phone for an hour he knew he would wake up dry.
He went up to the bedroom, glad no-one else was around, and set the alarm on his phone to wake him up in an hour. He stripped down to his boxers and T-shirt, and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.