Glowing stones
After excusing himself from the beach, Blake made his way back to the villa, the dizziness and fatigue weighing heavily on him. He went straight to the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face in hopes it would help clear his foggy head.
Glancing up, he caught his reflection in the mirror and did a double-take. He had noticed his muscular physique before, but studying it more intently now, he marveled at just how extraordinarily fit and toned his body appeared to be. The sinewy muscles of his arms, shoulders and abs looked like they belonged to someone who spent hours per day at an intense physical training regimen.
But Blake couldn't recall ever being a dedicated gym rat or athlete. In fact, he couldn't recollect any specifics about his life's habits and routines that would account for this level of elite conditioning. It was just one more bewildering paradox amid the fog shrouding his fractured memories.