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'''Stardate:''' 248601.26 <br>
'''Author:''' [[Parker, Brenna|Brenna Parker]]<br>
'''Character:''' [[Parker, Brenna|Brenna Parker]]<br>
'''Title:''' Early Morning Jog
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===((Personal Quarters, USS Challenger))===

Certain that, having completed all her tasks aside from settling into her
quarters, she was supposed to give Koloth a 'shout', Brenna instead gave her
hair a brush and looked at the still-full duffle on the floor.  It was kind
of obtrusive, just sitting there in the middle of her room, but it reminded
her of herself, in the way she had always been an intrusion in her brother's
life, in her grandparents' lives, just something sitting there to be tripped
over.

Continuing to contemplate that idea in her mind, Brenna laid down on the
bed, picking up and hugging her pillow to her chest as though it was a life
preserver in her drowning mind.  And at 1604 in the afternoon, still dressed
in her uniform, she drifted off to sleep.

<nowiki>***</nowiki>

When she awoke, she knew it to be quite late.  Her internal clock said
somewhere around 0230.

Parker: Computer, what is the time?

Computer: The time is 0143

Brenna frowned to herself.  Obviously the assignment and travel had messed
with her brain more than she had suspected.  Thinking that Koloth wouldn't
appreciate being shouted to at this time (and if he was still awake at a bar
somewhere, then she certainly didn't want to be attempting to make sense of
him), and that he wouldn't interested in her choice of activity anyway, she
ignored the comm. system as she changed into sweat pants and a regulation
T-shirt, tying her hair up before stepping out of the room.

She had assumed that there wouldn't be many traveling the corridors at
that time of night, especially with it being shore leave and most enjoying
the beach below, and she was correct.  Making a wide circuit around the 
deck, Brenna counted her steps, measuring out a mile, then two, then eleven.

Feeling significantly better as she panted along, legs and arms pumping
and her hair whipping rhythmically on the back of her neck, Brenna allowed
herself to close her eyes on a straightaway as she ran, imagining herself
off in a distant place, free.


'''End:'''

Ensign Brenna Parker<br>
Medical Officer<br>
USS Challenger, NCC-12886

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