30x300 by -yannik-
DAY THIRTEEN
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Why bother?
Why do anything at all?
The letter? What's the use? Thousands of light years away from Earth, decades of travel away. He'll never get it. He'll die before he gets it. He wouldn't want to read it anyway.
Sleep, food, sleep… No, no sleep. No more. The dreams… Nightmares. He couldn't place them at first, but as they continued, he realized what they were about.
And he wished he had never slept again.
It was tough though. The lights dimmed for the night, the guard standing mutely at his post. Silence. Soft murmur of engines. And tiredness. It all called for him to fall asleep, but he managed to turn it down so far. He wondered how late it was, but wasn't eager enough to check the time.
Whatever. The morning will come eventually. And with it more food, that he couldn't swallow anymore. Not even because of it lacking any taste at all, more because he just wasn't hungry. Why feed the body that's useless? That can only lay on this bunk and… wait. Oh, he could do the push-ups, the knee-bendings, the bends of all kind. He could… But what for? He could count steps measuring his cage, but what for? To find out it shrunk again? No, it wasn't shrinking – he reminded himself. It wasn't. If it was, Captain would send someone to mend it. She would. She wasn't that cruel to leave him here all alone, to get smashed by the collapsing walls. She wouldn't do that. But then – why did she let the cell shrink so much already? What did she want to achieve? Did she want to frighten him? Test his faith in her? She should've done something by now…
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