Where the sky has no Stars

Cold air caught my lungs, choking me with each breath. The figure passed me, its dark shape blending into the shadows. I reached out, Begging for it to return. "Please..."
The ship floats aimlessly, much like my life did. much like my life does. Everyday is the same. I wake up to the blinking red lights. I eat what I can find in the pantry, and I sit in the cafeteria until it comes. Until then, I'll write. I'll write the note that they will find. My legacy. All that is left of me.