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.
