When I woke up today, I was drifting through... Space?
I’m not exactly sure if I’m floating through space or not, due to the fact I’m able to breathe... I’ll figure out what exactly I'm drifting through someday...
For some reason, I have this book with a leather strap... I guess I’m supposed to write in it? I mean, it's too late to not write in it... I’ve been writing for the past two minutes, as you can see.
It’s... nice to be by myself, in this cool dark void...
Should I count the days I spend here? How would I even do that... Maybe I’ll count how many times I sleep...