Sleep is the greatest mystery in the world. Someone else's dream is someone else's riddle. And it is not always possible to solve it... And sometimes I don't want to. But it is necessary. ----- Did I doze off? When I woke up, I looked around. Nothing has changed. And what can change in the cabin of a spaceship that finds itself on an empty and unfamiliar planet? Nothing has changed. Also, something was buzzing and crackling behind the wall, the climatizer was also rustling, it also smelled like a problem. I poured a glass of burr again. Smelling of fresh blood, it tastes disgusting. Either the body has not yet woken up and does not understand what is being poured into it, or the synthesizer has deteriorated and it is also necessary to check it? But the nose assures that everything is in order, and I trust him more than the language. I lick, put the glass in the sink and return to the problem.