No News is Good News

With the arrival of dawn, Leachim’s alarm softly chimed., He woke feeling satisfied and mostly rested.

“Alarm off,” he moaned. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, then stretched.

“Good morning, Cora,” he said.

“Good morning, captain.”

“Any messages?”

“None, sir. Just the way you like it.”

“You know me so well.”

“I endeavor to do so, sir.”

Not that he did not believe Cora, but he checked his communications unit out of habit. There were no messages.

I’ll take that as a good omen, he thought.

“I’m gonna hit the head. I'll see you when I come out.”

“Very well, captain.”