“‘My son’, the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
- Luke 15:31-32
He woke up in the middle of the night, sweating, gasping. After sitting on the bed, trying to recognise the images he saw, Trevor learned he couldn’t remember them.
“Weird”, he said. “I never forgot a dream so quickly”.
From that moment on, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again. He looked outside from the porthole. The sky was dark gray and the only light came from dim yellow spots over the facilitiy’s fence.
He took a glass of water from the metal desk next to his bed. The door was shut. Trevor remembered that when he was little and woke up from a bad dream, he would almost always run to his parents’ bedroom and tuck himself in between them.
“I’m big now. I have no need to run to my father”, he thought, still staring at the metal door. Inside, though, he knew he was really afraid.
As he sat down on his bed and put his empty glass back on the desk, his door opened. A woman came in. Her hair was red and curly and her eyes were hard, but her voice was soft.
“Trevor. We’ve detected a slight increase in your hearbeats not too long ago. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Libby, go get some rest!”
“I’m on my night run, dear. I’m being paid to know how you’re feeling”.
“Yeah, well, I’m good, ok?”
“Good. You should get some sleep, though. Your father wants you up by eight tomorrow and considering this rock never gets well lit, you might be easily seduced to stay in bed forever”.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever… tell my dad I’ll be awake by then. That is if he isn’t sleeping himself”
The woman was a little uncomfortable by Trevor’s harsh tone, but she reconstructed her looks very quickly to what it was before and left.
Trevor laid back and stared at the metal ceiling.
“To think this was supposed to be fun… I think I was better off as an intern back on Earth”, he cursed.
After much difficulty, he slept. He didn’t dream this time.
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