Daily Snippit: Science Fiction (Sixteen Tons of Light)

The first few weeks of adjusting to planet-time were always the worst. Carson gave the murky sunrise a disappointed glare as he clambered out of bed, his body insisting that it couldn’t possibly be morning yet. The security guard waved a hand at the light sensor and winced as the walls around him lit up. Dimmers couldn’t cost that much, could they? With any luck they be done with this planet in a ten-day, which meant only four more days of pale watery sunlight and frontier technology. He had a feeling it was going to be a long four days…

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  1. ex_rubyliss861

    Perfect description of me adjusting to Daylight Savings Time. Last night the clock was saying it’s time for bed. The sky and my body, however, were saying, “No way.” Same thing this morning. Clock says time to get up. Sky and body strongly disagree.

    1. Martha Bechtel

      Yeah, it got me to thinking what if the sun was -always- that dim waif that it is some foggy mornings. You’d never want to wake up. ๐Ÿ˜›

      Actually, this fella has apparently bribed my Muse because I have a few more snippits of him that I’m working on. Gotta love grumpy security guards. ^_~

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