[ Look, he was tired, okay? Sometimes when he really needs to, he dozes off - he's done so his fair share of times on his battleship in his chair, during those stretches where there was hardly any time to rest at all. ]
I did?
[ It's odd slipping into sleep next to Blue, hearing his voice, to being in a dream, next to Blue, hearing his voice. That's why he's briefly thrown until he looks around, because it barely feels like a shift at all with that familiarity still so close to him.
But it clearly is a shift. They're in the (big) yard of a (fancy) two-level house, walled and gated. It's clear they're on a space colony, the skeleton of the transparent walls of it are visible around them, and there's a huge, towering metal pillar shooting straight up in the the distance - around where the center would be. But everything else about it feels as real as a planet would. The gentle breeze, an occasional owl hooting. It's nighttime, so through the PLANT's transparent walls is a view into the starry space that surrounds them, including the Earth which they orbit, near and bright and blue.
The yard is well-tended to, hedges neatly trimmed, variety of flowers planted in an orderly fashion, probably a fountain and a pond out here, too. It's showy! ]
... I did.
[ His gaze shifts from the garden bed nearest to him to the house proper. He's home.
👁👄👁
I did?
[ It's odd slipping into sleep next to Blue, hearing his voice, to being in a dream, next to Blue, hearing his voice. That's why he's briefly thrown until he looks around, because it barely feels like a shift at all with that familiarity still so close to him.
But it clearly is a shift. They're in the (big) yard of a (fancy) two-level house, walled and gated. It's clear they're on a space colony, the skeleton of the transparent walls of it are visible around them, and there's a huge, towering metal pillar shooting straight up in the the distance - around where the center would be. But everything else about it feels as real as a planet would. The gentle breeze, an occasional owl hooting. It's nighttime, so through the PLANT's transparent walls is a view into the starry space that surrounds them, including the Earth which they orbit, near and bright and blue.
The yard is well-tended to, hedges neatly trimmed, variety of flowers planted in an orderly fashion, probably a fountain and a pond out here, too. It's showy! ]
... I did.
[ His gaze shifts from the garden bed nearest to him to the house proper. He's home.
Again.
He dreams about home a lot. ]