DREAM GAS

2. A LITTLE SPACE

CAPE CARNAVERAL, FLORIDA.

10:30 p.m,

2nd MARCH, MONDAY, 2020.

Oliver was tired.

He ran a hand over his dirty brown hair as he stared at his worn out self in the mirror. Oliver smiled at his blue overall that he had just hung on the hanger behind him, the imprint of the NASA boldly staring at him in the hotel room mirror. At only twenty six years old, he was an accomplished astrophysicist -a job he loved with his entire heart .

He once again smiled at the blue overall then he sighed as his brown eyes darted around the small but elegant hotel room but that did not bother him, he had a much bigger luxurious house at Washington D. C, that and with the fact that he would spend only a single night. Oliver's main problem was he was lonely most of the time and perhaps it was high time he considered settling down.

Oliver stared at the smart watch on his wrist then set an alarm for 4.30 am in the morning. He was supposed to arrive at the Kennedy Space Center at six oclock for the 7a.m rocket launch into space; he removed his wrist watch and set it on the designed geometric front nightstand before sitting at the edge of the bed. Oliver reminisced the three times he had been into space, he would be lying if he said it was not an adventure, space was unique, out of the ordinary, otherworldly and even if millions of photos were taken and showed to those who could not get there, it could not be compared to the live experience he always had. He eagerly looked forward to his next research.

Oliver yawned, he was hungry and the room service was taking time, he needed dinner. After a few more moments of continuous yawning, Olivers eyelids grew disturbingly heavy and he decided to give in for a while before his food was delivered.

After all, taking account his busy schedule, the astronaut needed a little space and so laying his head on the soft silky pillow, he slept.