Tesha Rose

Global Climactic Optimum

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Gazing into the endless darkness, Aster thought it ironic that her eyes glossed over spacing out, yet her mind kept wandering into a dream-like state. Not entirely knowing how to calm her nerves, her fingers traced one another from the palm of her hand to the tips of her fingers as if she were scheming ominously. Aster gyrated from the diminutive rectangular window and analyzed the sterile, all-pervading white walls that seemed loud in such an agonizing silence. She knew that any minute that silence would turn into a dry mechanical voice on a recorded loudspeaker initiating how to begin her day.