Mike stirred from his sleep, groggy, he sat up.
He felt something strange in the air, something that gave him energy, some momentous. He put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and haphazardly glanced out the window. He froze.
He was looking at it, the planet, he was looking at it. He stood up and slowly walked towards the window, an utter sense of calm overtook him. He placed his hand against the window, studying the planet's continents, it's oceans, it's clouds. He wondered where he would be on it.
Reluctantly, he tore himself away from it, and began to pack his things, he couldn't help but smile, everything he had been through, all the pain, all the suffering, was dust, he started a new life today, a life full of possibilities.
He sat on his bed, staring at the window, and lit a cigarette, he was completely taken by awe and wonder.