It's fairly serene – that is for someone gently back flipping about in high velocity debris. All this space air is making me feel high and my face is starting to puff up. Fine ice crystals are creeping across my vision…kind of difficult to close my eyes. Fair wells, fair wells, why did I always say that to her? My lips are moving to say it again, just once more. Then, the whole idea of me talking to myself in a vacuum makes me feel silly. I laugh but all I get is some sensation in my cheeks and my insides clench…My body has rotated to where I can view twix-bar flagships – hmmm twix bar, I am so hungry…