Frozen in Time
Waiting, I’m tired of waiting. Death’s door is flung wide open and still I wait, for death or salvation, I do not know. Earth, my home, that glittering jewel, lies below, so close yet out of reach. Mars was cold, lifeless, the promised dreams of labor grown wealth, gone. The void, so empty. How has the sun not been extinguished by the cold depths? I rise through the abyss, stretching for its light. Eyes open, the sea roles in. Cold, wet feet dry in the warmth of the sun. Soft, white grit rubbing between my thighs, wife smiling down. Haven’t told her yet, told her of my new employer. I put the thought aside and smile.
I wake up slowly, not wanting to leave. She was beautiful, like a tree in bloom, now no larger than a speck of dust below. I shiver at the thought. I try to move a toe. It may have moved, I can’t tell. Numb, to pa