The light of the red sun, always constant and intense, ended the night, bringing the beginning of a new day, something that for many was always a sign of hope; for others like Desmond, it was just the beginning of another headache.
With the dawn light hitting Desmond square in the face through the window, Desmond felt no slight annoyance, but they say that habits tend to be carved into the bones, so much to his chagrin; Desmond still got out of bed.
Right next to where Desmond had been lying was Kyuru, sleeping peacefully. With her cute little hands pressed together off of her chest and her body in a fetal position, Kyuru looked adorable beyond any quantifiable level.