He woke in a heavy sweat it had to be something he was not expecting. He looked around hoping it was a dream, but knew it was not. On wobbley legs he stood erect his blue shirt was haggled, but he knew he must go on. He looked at his console and thought ( I could send her a message) but thought against it. No more emotional outburst.Myrok knew what this was he alienated all. Tried to fight, did not work. Tried to fit in , did not work. This time he chose loneliness. He fell into his bed , face down....dreamed of better times.

Myrok ensign scientist