Day: No Idea

It's dark outside. It always is, in here.

For all that the sun was a star, it lit up- lights up? The Earth unlike all these glowing orbs can't light up this hunk of metal. So it's dark outside. Endlessly.

He's going to wake up soon. It'll happen. I can wait. I've gotten good at that. I've always been good at that.

This thing creaks every now and then. It shudders like a newborn deer, its shielding doors trembling and shivering against each other, little shrieks of pain while the rest of the craft's metal moans with the shakes.

If I was outside, I wouldn't be able to hear it.

If I were outside, I wouldn't be able to hear anything.

In space no one… well, we all enjoy cult classics enough to finish that sentence.

Not that anyone's going to read this.

That's how private journals go.