Tatehan woke to the soft ambient hum of the spaceship's life support systems, a sound that had become as familiar to him as his own breathing. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim blue light that the sleeping area maintained during rest cycles. For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the curved ceiling above him, feeling the comfortableness of the blanket.
His body felt good, rested, recovered and ready. He stretched beneath the covers, extending his arms above his head and pointing his toes, feeling joints pop and tendons pull in satisfying ways.
Tatehan threw back the covers and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against his bare feet but not uncomfortably so, the ship's temperature regulation kept everything within a comfortable range. He stood, grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the small wardrobe built into the wall, and dressed quickly.
