Homesick

Posted on 25 Apr 2015 @ 6:32pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

216 words; about a 1 minute read

"Computer open personal log"

[Log open]

"Well I drank too much but for once it was satisfyingly nice to just enjoy the rich base of the Bloodwine. For sake of my crew mates most of whom see our form of sustenance as something unusual and that is generous, I tend to be very private and limit how much I need to the bare minimum.

It is one of things I miss about home. The freedom of not worrying about cultures and customs of others. However it is more than that. I miss sometimes the freedom of a real sky, the smell and sound of a real ocean.

I miss the warmth of a High Summer's night bathing naked in a spring feed pool and then dancing on the green grass under the Queen of Night's promise.

Perhaps it is freedom that I miss, not the strictures of this existence with chain of command. Ah! I wonder how many others think the same?

Well it might not be grass, and the sky is not open, and no titanic arc of silver light arches in the sky but perhaps here in my own little room I will pretend for a moment I am there and dance naked pretending I am free and happy again.

Close log"

[Log Closed]

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