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I wonder what it looks like.
Standing there, on a beach, eating something great, watching the sun set.
I wonder what it feels like.
Breathing the fresh marine air, looking at the moon taking place on the night sky.
Mersmerize by its size, glorious and bright.
I wonder what it smells like.
Eyes closed, the smell of the beach, the parfume of a loved one sitting next to me.
I wonder if one day, I’ll able to experience all of this things. Maybe I will, maybe if I live long enough I could go back on earth.
Maybe if she invites me. Maybe if she remembers me.
Right now, on Mars, it looks like my home is changing and I don’t recognise it.
It feels like I am not supposed to be here. Like people would rather see me dead. It smells like shit, to be honest.
Something happened. Something changed.
And right now, stuck on this cargo, I might die.
I should have listen to her. She's always right.
When did it happen? When did I start to need someone else to do my job, to live my life?
On this beach maybe. This beach on earth. Probably.
Could be why I couldn't sleep anymore, could be why I used to dream about the beach so much.
But the thing is… it’s.... she's the best thing that could happen to me.
Still, I can't fucking sleep. I got no messages, no one called me. It's peacefull, for now. Maybe I could... Fall... Asleep....
Maybe I could just let it go. Who will cry, if I die ?
I close my eyes, dreaming again.
I close my eyes, trying to feel the rain.
I let it go, the warm feeling of an embrace. Hers.
Her and only her.
And then I die (or am I ?) with her perfect face stuck on my mind.