When the man approaching her spoke again, Rosie was in the middle of shaking her head and trying to get rid of the images of waves and colors coming to life. It was like someone had just turned on the lights in a room for ten seconds and then flicked them off again. And so, the second time the man spoke, she had her eyes closed and missed the light show reappearing.
"Oh.. um.. " Rosie stumbled to gather her thoughts as she tried processing what was happening. It didn't help that she had smoked half a joint and her head was a little fuzzy from it. Her body was telling her to relax and lay back in the sand but her mind was screaming to get back up and not make a fool of herself. "No.. um.. no, sir. I was just ... um ... watching the stars and stuff - not sleeping."
She scratched her head a little before she looked at the man, puzzled as to what just happened and who he was. She didn't recognize his voice, nor did she recognize any of his features. Maybe he was someone's parent? Or maybe he was a random man on the island who was going to try to jump her bones? At the thought of that, Rosie's mind grew a little more alert, though her body stayed sluggish from the weed.