Telekinesis, he decides, would be a great power to have. Then he could grab his tricorder without getting out of bed.

He's fairly sure Spock would have something to say about that reasoning, so it goes on the list of 'things I'm never going to tell the First Officer', a list that gets longer by the day. Shoving that thought aside, he fumbles for the bedside clock.

"Looks like... six hundred hours." He squints at the red numerals, not overly impressed with the technology. "Lazy morning, it seems."