When you're a child, boredom doesn't exist. If the power goes out, we create a ghostly scenario where monsters must be hunted and pygmies lurk, sometimes as allies, sometimes as enemies. If our parents lock us in a punishment room, we quickly turn the bed into a savannah where lions and elephants fight for their lives against wild hunters, and the closet becomes the tallest mountain to be climbed, a true Everest. At school, all it takes is to draw faces on erasers and turn the pencil case into a huge spaceship. If it's raining outside, the house becomes Noah's Ark.
Boredom doesn't exist for a child.
If I were a child now, I would turn the dark universe that surrounds me into a magical veil or the inside of a top hat, and it would be here where I am at this moment that rabbits would be pulled from.
But I'm not a child anymore, and the universe is not the inside of a top hat. Is boredom all that's left for me? Does the fact that I'm practically standing still, floating with nothing to do, mean that I can't break the boredom that surrounds me? I could play Tetris with the stars or be a space invader.
Who am I kidding?
Boredom!
I wish I had someone to talk to who wasn't myself. A good meal before the end would also be nice. Maybe a good movie, one of those classics I haven't seen yet. There's always a classic that you can't die without seeing that you'll never end up watching.
Boredom is a feeling of non-existence, it's as if there's nothing else to do, so you're at the mercy of the thought that everything is useless, that nothing matters, and all that's left is to watch others living out there.
That's how I feel now, nothing else matters, all I can do is imagine people living down there on that planet drifting farther and farther away. I imagine cars moving, people eating their meals and talking about their feelings with each other, Rachel looking up at the sky and trying to imagine me up here, pets being petted, a flower placed on a loved one's grave, and the weather constantly changing in thousands of regions.
Somewhere now a storm is growing stronger, cutting off power and leaving a boy to wonder... And in this region, because of this one child, boredom ceases to exist completely... Forever.
I smile and imagine this child who has no idea that I'm up here dying in space while they are down there. Playing, imagining, creating, and happy.

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Drifting in the Space of Ramblings
Science FictionAn astronaut lost in space. Dying. Drifting. What will be the last things to pass through his mind before death?