Alone.

Drifting, in an endless backdrop of black.

Silence, my only companion.

Time passes slowly, drifting along.

Days, month, only seconds?

Unknown.

I fear the talks with no one there.

The creeks and pops and groans cause worry.

Fire?

Malfunction?

Do I have enough air?

Another day of Tang toothpaste.

Is it? Is it another day?

Honestly, I don't know.

Time has no meaning, drifting here.

There is no up and there is no down.

Only my imagination to stay with me.

My mind wears down.

Voices, sounds, enter and never leave.

The instruments warn of death.

Will it be starvation or the cold embrace of space?

Finally, lights.

Can't be real.

They blind me for a moment.

Then I see...a ship...coming for me.

Large and metallic. Thank goodness it's here.

Finally, I am saved. Glorious day!

A voice over the radio reassures my rescue.

But...

Why a sign on their hull declaring, "100 percent free-range human"?

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Entry for the BeyondSol prompt in the Halloween Vault celebration.

https://www.wattpad.com/636739435-halloween-vault-2nd-october-deep-space-horror