Rory groped to consciousness, her alarm waking her up.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Alarm off.”
She opened her eyes and lowered the privacy barrier on her bunk. She was alone in the crew's quarters.
“Screen on," she said and her personal data screen turned on. Ship status was nominal.
“Fuck what a crazy dream,” she muttered levering herself up. “I need to stop eating before bed.”
Shaking herself fully awake, she pulled on her coverall and headed to the bridge.