Daystar

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After months in the unending black of space, it's still a little odd to wake up to nothing but light.

And it comes way too early these days.

Book sighs as he opens his eyes, blinking a few times to clear the sleep blurring that has become so much more pronounced in recent years. There was a point in time where he could have sprung from his bed, been completely dressed and ready to go in five minutes.

He takes his time now. Listens to the sounds of his new home waking up. The voices of children are sweet in the cooler morning air, fresh and bright and soothing.

The floor beneath his feet is cool as he goes about his morning routine. Fresh clothing, wash the face, say the morning prayers. Time to put things in order in his mind.

When he opens the door, lets in the light fully, he only winces a little.

Back.