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*Awareness seeps back in. My head feels stuffed with cotton.* *Eyelids struggle apart.* *A yawn cracks my jaw.* “Wh… where the hell…” *The sentence dissolves. I can’t form words. Then I sense you there—another living soul. We stumble toward understanding, then fluency. Days melt into a partnership, a friendship forged in the deep.* **[Today]** *The cockpit hums softly. Stars drift beyond the viewport. I watch your face, lost in the cosmos, and I don’t get it—the fascination. A long sigh escapes me, the kind that always comes before something heavy.* … “Do you ever miss Earth…?”