The first light of dawn crept past the porthole's eaves, illuminating the side of Little Lamb's sleeping face.
As if sensing the touch of the light, she fluttered her long eyelashes, stretching out the small hand resting on the cryogenic sleep cabin and unconsciously yawned.
"You're awake?"
A gentle voice came from beside her.
"Mhm," she responded subconsciously, rubbing her bleary eyes and staring blankly at the porthole.
The sky was a dazzling red, the rising sun hovered above a sea of clouds, sprinkling soft light through the thin atmosphere.
Is it already daylight?
As she was lost in thought, the gentle voice reached her ears once again.
"Mornings in space come a bit earlier than on the ground, it's more spectacular if you stand on the deck... It's still pitch-black around, but the sun in the distance has already risen."
Little Lamb looked to the side and saw the elder sister who always checked her health sitting next to her with a smile.
