Teasers & Previews
Sarah never really had adjusted to the sudden appearance of visitors and their just as sudden disappearance. Although she had plenty of new tasks and distractions now, her dreams were turbulent in the days following the visit, and the mornings saw her sitting cocooned in the covers, breathing softly as if transfixed by the waking memory of her slumber-visions.
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Sarah wasn’t sure how she made it through the tour; she remembered very little of it, like the flotsam and jetsam of a dream when she awoke. Mack and Daniel asked some questions, and she remembered answering them adequately, even though she felt like she was watching a movie of herself.
“Come on, hurry up,” Sarah thought, with her foot pressing the pedal all the way down. Even though the speedometer needle pegged the red zone at 30 mph and the electric engine whined in protest, the rover didn’t seem to go quite fast enough. Her heart thudded excitedly in her chest as she neared the needle-like spaceship in the distance, a sliver of silver in the night.
Sarah had spent the previous day in a state of effervescent expectancy. She had cleaned every room, rearranged the decorative plants, dusted, and mopped. During his last visit, Daniel said that he missed the taste of home-cooked food the most during the monthly route along the planetoids. “I know I can trust you with this,” he had said. She had asked why sharing it would be a problem. “I don’t want anyone to think that they have to do things for me,” he had told her. She felt like he had just placed a beautiful star into the center of her chest, a shining secret that only she knew. “If I make something for you,” she had asked, looking at the crew and feeling the heat in her cheeks, “that would be ok, wouldn’t it?” He had smiled and said, “Yes, only if you do it.” She knew just what she would make him — apple tarts. Her pies usually ended up a total loss, but somehow, she could always make those. Maybe it was because it was something that her mother had taught her? Probably.
August 15th, –05.
It is still dark outside, but then it is always dark outside. I don’t know why I say “still” as though I’d wake up to the sun, because that’s impossible. Most of the time, I know this, but every now and I wake up and half-expect it, and only then do I slowly remember that there will never be a sun.
