[ CW ] Short film set in a desert

Two exhausted travellers wrench their backpacks off their sweaty t-shirts, and collapse in a heap on the floor. They lie there for a few moments, speechless. 
 
'Mike?' 
 
'Ergh.' He replies. Both are still lying on the floor, limbs in a spaghetti mess. 
 
'Mike.' She repeats, drawing-out each letter. 
 
'I think the shadow's making my face cooler. Let me just have a little nap. I'll just be a few minutes.' He grunts, and shuffles into a fetal position. 
 
'We ca n't sleep here, come on.' She says, raising herself up on shaky arms into a sitting position. 
 
'We can. I am.' He complains. 
 
'You'll die. Like Tom.' 
 
'What did I fucking say about mentioning his name.' He says loudly, his voice vibrating with anger. 
 
'Yes let's just pretend that did n't happen. That'll give him respect. R.I.P. now let's pretend you did n't live. Or maybe he's alive, back in England, and he did n't come on this fucked-up holiday. Is that easier for you?' She says with bitter sarcasm. 
 
 There's silence for a couple of seconds. She heaves herself up, covering her face with her arm. She pretends that the sun is dazzling her, but it's just to hide the tears. She realises that Mike is n't bothered either way, not looking at her but just the sand. She takes her arm away and weeps silently and openly, frustrated at their hopeless situation. 
 
 Having gathered herself together a bit, she kicks him in the ribs. He grunts in surprise. 
 
'What is it? Where are we? Do you want me to go down to get us a spot by the pool? Yes I'll put some towels down. Oh a fresh orange juice please. Yes and croissants.' He says, blearily, having a disjointed conversation with himself. 
 
'We're not in the hotel. It's gone, just rubble now. Come one, wake up. We need to get going. If this map's right, we should be vaguely within a day or so from the nearest city.' 
 
 Mike gets up, stiff but happy enough, oblivious like a child. 
 
'Have you been crying? You're all red.' 
 
'It's just sand.' 
 
'Where's Tom?' Mike says, looking around them. 
 

