Round and round and round.
There was no stopping the momentum.
Round and round and round.
The motion was almost sickening.
Round and round and round.
I awoke with a start.
Hoping something had changed, hoping this was a bad dream, hoping it had never happened.
I moved my arm up to see my watch.
5:45
I had been asleep for an hour and a half although at this point, that didn't matter, nothing mattered. There was no prevent my fate.
There was a faint sound, a slight bit of solace in the neverending silence of my current predicament.
This sound came in the form of an alarm, not a wake up alarm, not a car alarm.
The alarm was a warning that the emergency oxygen strapped to my back was running dangerously low.
I tried to force myself to sleep, hoping the slumber would slow the progressive deterioration of my chances of survival.
I awake at 6:06, the alarm is loud now, and I struggle to breath, not even bothering to open my eyes. It was too late, no one was finding me here. Not this far out.
I take infrequent, shallow breaths. They get harder and harder to achieve as the time draws near. This was the end.
*Tink*
I opened my eyes and gaze around. The empty blackness of space glares back as if to welcome me into the abiss. Something catches my gaze, a discrepancy in the never ending darkness.
It's a crack. There's a loud fracturing sound as the crack quickly spreads across the visor in front of me. I panic, gloved hands clawing and trying to cover the spreading web of glass. The emergency oxygen alarm screaming at me, telling me my seconds are numbered.
The transparency turns to reality, the image of space becomes real as the glass gives in.
Silence. My efforts? Futile.
My face freezes over as the unrelenting cold of of the vacuum claims the space around me.
Round and round and round.
A suit within the sea of stars
Round and round and round.
Forgotten but once quite alive.
