Darya glanced at a status panel on the wall next to her bunk, seeing everything was normal, then curled back up around the pillow, her hands balling up into fists. Damn whoever that was for getting her hopes up.

Her stomach gurgled, still unsettled by the fried chicken and working its way through the gloop she just drank and the aftertaste it left in her mouth, all the preservatives.

[i]I miss real food,[/i] Darya sighs. [i]Pizza, eggs over easy, pancakes with syrup, waffles, oranges, bananas, grilled cheese sandwiches, rubens, burgers, corn on the cob, potato salad, ham salad, sourdough, pumpernickel.... Ice cream![/i]

"Stop it," she whispered. "You'll only make yourself hungry...!"

Her stomach growled.

The dreams were going to be bad tonight. 

"Restraints," she ordered, holding out her arms and spreading her legs for the automatic cuffs, then pulling against them after they clicked shut. Hopefully that would keep her from walking in her sleep.