Tatehan woke up feeling actually well-rested for the first time in what felt like weeks.
The sleeping area's bed had done its job perfectly. The advanced material had conformed to his body throughout the night, providing support exactly where he needed it and adjusting automatically as he shifted positions.
Crazy how high tech the future got.
He'd slept deeply, dreamlessly, and for a solid ten hours straight.
When he finally opened his eyes, there was no groaning, no stiffness and no reluctance to move. Instead he was calm, rested feeling that made him realize how exhausted he'd actually been.
He lay there for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, just appreciating the simple luxury of waking up safely, comfortably, without any immediate threats.
Mars was starting to feel less like a hostile wasteland and more like... well, home wasn't quite the right word yet. But maybe something close to it.
It was still dangerous though. But in the spaceship it felt safe.
