Eyes are weak. The sun. The light. I don't remember the last time it touched my skin. My eyes have been starved of it for … I'm not sure, months? I miss it's warmth, it's heat radiating around us as we walk the beach hand in hand, sand creeping between our toes. Pushing myself into you as the breeze gathers over us. Coiled together watching the sun dip in the horizon. This light though. It’s different. Harsher. Unyielding.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Lids are heavy. Sleep. So little sleep. I’ve flitted in and out of consciousness now so many times I’ve lost count. Each time I fade to black you’re there. I can feel your touch when my eyes close, your fingers tracing lines on my arm. Your breath on my skin. Your skin on mine as we grasp together. Then I’m hauled back, with force that pushes you from my mind as my rest is torn from me.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”