But I say, “Negative, Commander. All systems go.”
“Good. Ease on back to the airlock. We’ve got a supply drone docking in four hours, and I need you on the grapple.” firstclass pov
My oxygen is at sixty-eight percent. I should move. But I say, “Negative, Commander
I pull myself toward the airlock. Hand over hand. Breathing in, breathing out. The Earth rises behind me, blue and green and white and so beautiful it makes my chest hurt. I don’t cry this time. I’m out of tears. But I say