You focus back onto the corridor as you come upon your room. Opening your door with a thought, you take it in.
A large room maybe twenty meters squared with walls painted the standard off white. If you were to say the door opened in the south east corner looking north, then directly to the west of the door was a large wardrobe. A large bed with soft yellow blankets and pillows sat in the Southwest corner along the western wall, directly under a wide window, currently set to be opaque. On the opposite side of the room, a desk with a reclinable chair was arranged along the eastern wall, also with an opaque window in front of it. Towards the North, a long sofa was squashed against the wall, a small coffee table in front of it. You raise an eyebrow at it's positioning then turn and look up, an expansive holoscreen stretched along the upper half of the South wall.
Wow.
You turn and adjust your vision slightly and look through the north wall, revealing a large bathroom behind the door in the Northwest. You were quite sure normal cadets don't get a room this nice. Then again, if it was true that scarcity was no longer a problem in arcologies then maybe they did.
You take off your shoes and walk over to the bed, sitting down and considering your classes-
Soft.
You blink at the sensation of the mattress and quilt giving way under you. Putting a palm flat against the quilt, you ran it over the quilt, reveling in the sensation of smooth and soft fabric under your hand.
Somehow before you knew it, you ended up lying down on the bed, enjoying the sensation of the fabric enveloping your hands and calves.
Wow. Really soft.
You look up and eye the pillow at head of the bed, it looked soft too. You reach out and grab it, putting it under your head. Relaxing back into it, you sigh, it was as soft as it looked.
But something was wrong, a subtle resistance, a slight dullness in the feeling.
You turn off your Impeller field completely for the first time in years.
…
This was amazing! You reach up and grab the other pillow at the head of the bed, hugging it to your chest and rubbing your face into it. It was so comfortable.
Swinging out an arm whilst using the other to keep the pillow pressed to your chest, you grab the quilt and fold it over yourself, rolling over and over to cocoon yourself in the nice soft material.
The beds here were amazing, you think absently as you roll over and over on the bed, enjoying the feeling of the mattress giving way under you. Your feet swing out over the edge of the bed.
Uh oh.
You try reversing you momentum with every trick you knew, but confined in the treacherously soft quilt and pillows, you are helpless as you slowly topple off the bed.
Brushing you hair out of your face, you unravel yourself from the quilts and consider the problem.
Hmm.
Walking over to the wardrobe you open it and hit gold. Many more quilts and pillows inside, many, many more.
You enthusiastically haul them out and throw them onto the bed.
Leaping back over, you construct walls with the extra quilts and pillows, before pulling your original quilt and pillows back around you and resume your rolling about. Now there was no threat of falling off the bed and a command turns off the room lights.
Another malfunction occurs however as you bump into one of your walls and it topples on top of you. You wriggle free of your cocoon then burrow to the surface, poking your head out from under the piles of pillows and blankets.
Actually, this wasn't so bad. You yawn and relax back into the pile.
This reminded you of an earlier time, a more innocent time.
Sunbeams shining across the room - Half remembered faces swim across your memories - Anna! Get up you little sleepyhead! - A sunset from a rooftop -
Your hand twitches as you grab for the hand of someone else, who?
Finding nothing, you sigh in disappointment and fall to sleep.