Post by Lars Engström on Feb 1, 2012 0:49:35 GMT -5
(Cont. After Dinner)
Lars walked into the cockpit and took a seat behind the pilot's station. He resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night, and then set about checking all the readouts on the displays. He had run this checklist hundreds of times, and he found nothing out of order. Sitting back, he put his feet up on the console, careful not to push any buttons, and pulled his coat a little tighter. Night was always cold, even with the heaters.
He looked out into space, and experienced the same feeling he always got from gazing into the black. He longed to go further, and faster, and farther. He could imagine himself being the first person to set foot on a world, or other such nonsensical things. He loved to dream about such things, and pretend they might happen. Lars sat for several hours, just him and the sky, thinking, dreaming and scheming. Then, his exhaustion grew to be too great, and he fell into a deep sleep.
He was dreaming of exploring new worlds, and of doing things people would remember him for. In his dreams, he wasn't the captain of a small ship, but a leader of a fleet. He dozed on happily, unaware of the real world, for those precious blissful hours.
Lars walked into the cockpit and took a seat behind the pilot's station. He resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night, and then set about checking all the readouts on the displays. He had run this checklist hundreds of times, and he found nothing out of order. Sitting back, he put his feet up on the console, careful not to push any buttons, and pulled his coat a little tighter. Night was always cold, even with the heaters.
He looked out into space, and experienced the same feeling he always got from gazing into the black. He longed to go further, and faster, and farther. He could imagine himself being the first person to set foot on a world, or other such nonsensical things. He loved to dream about such things, and pretend they might happen. Lars sat for several hours, just him and the sky, thinking, dreaming and scheming. Then, his exhaustion grew to be too great, and he fell into a deep sleep.
He was dreaming of exploring new worlds, and of doing things people would remember him for. In his dreams, he wasn't the captain of a small ship, but a leader of a fleet. He dozed on happily, unaware of the real world, for those precious blissful hours.
