You wake up.
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But you don't remember falling asleep.
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You look around in your surroundings. All you see is an endless sea of stars.
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"Where am I?" you think. "How did I get here?"
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You try to walk but realize your feet aren't even touching the ground. There is no "ground" to stand on. You're hovering in this endless, stary landscape.
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"I must be dreaming," you think.
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As you continue to float in the blanket of stars you divert your attention from your surroundings to yourself.
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You hover there and watch as your self-cut hair drifts in a non-existent wind. Your sleeves to your shirt and the cuffs to your shorts do the same. It's as if a small breeze was drifting through this plane, but you felt no air.
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Air...
YOU ARE READING
my insignificance
Science FictionI tumble in a vast ocean of stars. I can't tell which way is up or down. I can't breath...do I even need the oxygen? It's cold... how do I know that? Is my sentience a flaw in my design, or and I not here at all? Who am I? Why am I here? What is my...
