A Bunk for the Captain

I nudged a smooth black coat button all the way behind the burlap sacks using my stubby feet. Because... well, if Rob actually lands after following my chalk arrows, an elite officer can't just sleep on rough floorboards like an intern. I leaned my round chest hard against the button until it popped right into the empty egg cup next to mine, sitting real sleek like a command cushion. I pressed my chin into my harness strap and whispered, 'Uh, Rob... auxiliary captain quarters are fully prepped, in case you... uh, need a bunk tonight? Do you copy?' Just quiet static answered, but having the extra bed ready felt pretty good.