Alex's Bunk

Why couldn't the sun stay down for five more minutes? It was like Alex's own personal alarm clock that he hadn't wanted. One that never failed to wake him up, and didn't have a snooze button. Oh well, at least it hadn't tossed him out of bed this time. Which reminded him, why had he taken the top bunk again? It would save him so many headaches every other morning if he took the bottom instead. But he'd spent four years in the same bed here, changing now would just be.. weird.
"You're worse than a rooster." He grumbled in the direction of the sunrise through a window, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head in a millionth attempt at getting back to sleep. But of course it was no good. Unless he was unconscious Alex could never sleep when the sun was up. According to his mother, even as a baby he couldn't nap during the day. A weird and annoying quirk, but like his place at Camp Half-blood, he'd grown accustomed to it. "Guess I might as well get up."