Zephyr groggily woke up and stared at the glass ceiling of the dorm in silence. Back on Earth, he had a habit—every time he woke, he'd lie there and stare blankly at the ceiling, letting his mind drift in silence. It was a strange comfort, a moment of stillness before facing the world. Now, it was the same—but instead of plaster or concrete above, it was crystal-clear glass and a sky that bled purple.
He turned his head sideways and blinked slowly. The dorm, once filled with soft chatter and movement, was now noticeably quieter. Only boys remained. His confusion lasted just a second—until the large double doors at the far end of the dorm creaked open and out came the girls, wet-haired, towels around their shoulders, chatting and giggling.
Realization hit—morning bath rotation.
