There's Something Fishy About The Moon

I wonder, what was Aldrin's feeling when he could only see Armstrong and Collins landing their feet on the moon's surface?
Poor Aldrin, he never stepped himself on the moon. He was very close, but still, he could do nothing but waiting inside.


* * *


I was waiting inside the smoking room. This is the last cigarette for me, at least for this week. We, astronauts, I couldn't smoke up there. The Space-Lover Movement had made new regulation about smoking on the space. Their slogan "You-Have-Made-The-Earth-Dirty-But-Think-Twice-Doing-It-For-The-Space-
Or-We-Will-Blow-You-Away" was not bullshit, really. They have blown five smoking rooms in the outer space station. It was really bothersome for a smoker person like me.
And also he.


* * *


Where is he, I wonder, the spaceship will be launched soon, five minutes again I think. I hate people who late on an appointment things. For me, waiting is a tiresome thing to do, and I hate it. That's why I told myself to always be punctual. Is being on time very hard to do?
So boring, I began to feel sleepy. And things were starting to fade to black around me.


* * *


It was black and darkness all around, except the earth and it's blue sea, and also the tiny-little-twinkle-stars. Oh how I feel very small in this huge and gigantic galaxy. But somehow I feel precious and worth to be in part of this galaxy. But I also feel worthless floating nowhere around here.


* * *


I was floating around in this spacesuit. My head was in pain because of the crash. I tried to focus on my sight and looking for a space station to help me. But there's none of it here. I don't even know where I am. I tried to send a message through my radio, but there's no respond. The only thing I heard is the buzz from the radio.


* * *


I wonder, what was Aldrin's feeling when he could only see Armstrong and Collins landing their feet on the moon's surface?
Poor Aldrin, he never stepped himself on the moon. He was very close, but still, he could do nothing but waiting inside.


* * *


I sit worriedly inside this Yuri VII. Not a new model actually, it's only a modification of Yuri VI who have landed on Mars last year.
He didn't come, so there's only six of us in. And six isn't a lucky number. I prefer seven. I tried to call one of my imaginary friends but it useless, I think. The door was closed. And they couldn't move through the thick metal panel. I didn't want them to stayed outside and gripped on the Yuri VII's body. They would have been burned down when the ship fly through the atmosphere.
So suddenly I felt sick. Something wasn't right and I didn't know what it is.
Maybe it was just only my premonition. I hoped nothing bad happened.
But where was he, I didn't know.


* * *


The moving debris hit Yuri VII right on the engine. The next thing, the ship began it's malfunctioning and explosion. My premonition was right, the flight turned out to be a space disaster. I shouldn't go, you're right, Father. Is that the reason why you didn't come? Because of something bad like this were going to happen?
Where are you now, Father? What are you doing now anyway?


* * *


Father and I sit on this off-shore platform looking toward the sea. Both of us gripped our fishing rod and concentrate on our bait. Few minutes went by without anything happened. But later my bait had been eaten. The fish was strong, I tried to pull the line but there's nothing I could do about it. The next thing is, my line broke apart. My dad laughed. Their friends laughed with him. I feel a little disappointed actually, but it's okay since I had took some big fish too. But Father always captures the biggest fish. He's good at this. And I like watching his serious face when he concentrate on the bait. I really enjoy the time of going fishing with him.


* * *


What is your feeling, oh little fishy, always swim up and down the aquarium without ever knowing the sea?



[ to be continued ]