It used to be a sure thing. Sunrise. Golden rays creeping over the ground, lighting the world. Not that the sun doesn’t light the world now. I’m just not there to see it. I see the sun, alright – you can’t miss it in space. Actually, you can’t miss them – they are everywhere. And nowhere. Speed of light? Fast. There are no windows other than the bridge. What is the point of a window when you are moving too fast to see anything.
Out here you live by sure things. They keep you sane, they keep you safe and they keep you alive. To be sane – it is a sure thing that your contract will end and you can return to Earth. Safe? Don’t accept things from strangers – there are many strangers in the long dark. And alive – you will die in space, there is no air. Soon, my sunrise.
I am waiting for his return – my one sure thing. My days are long and alone without him. I have no strength for the day and the sun seems to blind me. I know he sees many suns out there but here is his sunrise. Together we will watch the sunrise, huddled in the chill purple air. First, light will hit us and then the warmth will seep into us. Giving us strength for the day. My days will be short and I will be happy. Soon, his sunrise.