10 February, 2009

Bed Time

A continuation to the short story I did a while ago:

The orbital pattern always caused the sun to glare through her window every time she tried to go to sleep. And every time she'd turn, pull the covers farther up her body and fade away. This time was different. Instead of dreaming she was getting a headache from trying to put herself to sleep. No matter what position she tried it wasn't comfortable, and in the end, she sat up and walked out of the bedroom.

The hallways were icy. Even with the carpeting and the imitation wood walls she could feel the cold chill of winter that clung to the steel structures that surrounded her little home. Wrapping herself into her night robe and donning her slippers she curled into her couch and touched the visual controller. Her wall lit up with the news.

"Eck." She touched the controller again and scrolled through the channels. "Nothing, nothing, nothing, boring, no." She finally settled for a classic movie and pulled herself farther into a ball.

The sounds of water flowing woke her from her soft sleep. At first she thought the Plasma was running the sound but opening her eyes revealed an old city street, no running water to be found. She looked around the room before heading down the hallway that led the living room to the bedroom. From there a puddle could be seen leading into the bath that sat in between the two. Running in she could see her waste recycling unit gurgling over with brown rancid liquid. Covering her mouth she desperately scanned the room for something to stop it. Rushing away from the disaster, she grabbed the closest Com and wired into the closest repair service she could find.

Hours later she sat, exhausted on her couch, the awful smell of wastes still in the air. She lifted the memo in her hand and read it one more time:

Wiring faulty and fried circuitry,
Should buy new unit
JBH Associates on Earth recommended.

She sighed and fell to the cushions...that can be taken care of tomorrow.

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