The light streamed in through the tear in the curtain.
Sam opened his left eye with a squint as the brightness touched his face. He turned his head slightly and opened both eyes.
“Time to get up…!” he declared. He leaped out of bed and opened the curtains fully, flooding the bedroom with the bright morning sunlight.
The mornings on Nova Luna were his favourite time of day. The waves on Lake Plenty bobbed gently, and the distant Salaara Hills appeared turquoise in the shade.
The holoscreen went blank.
“Pity mornings don’t last longer!” He moaned, heading to get showered.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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