Harry Kim's dream was long and confusing. Events of the day all seemed to stir into one big mold. Then his brain, long overdue for some rest, baked the mush together. Eventually, the dream became so chaotic that by the time he woke up the next day, it faded instantly from his mind. He didn't mind though, most dreams did.
He awoke early the next morning. Through the half-shaded glass window, he could see patches of sun reach through the trees in the horizon. Light clouds dotted the blue sky. Like the day before, the weather seemed fine and fair.
Slowly, Harry slid out of bed, his feet touching the cold floor. Stretching as he sat up, he quickly yawned. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it to be 6:00.
"Too early." he said to himself before awkwardly standing up.
Turning around slowly, Harry reached down and re-did the bed covers. As soon as his eyes deemed it neat enough, he picked up his backpack, swung it around his back, and pulled it over his arms.
Now to find the group.