The emptiness of space is staggering. The complexity and sheer enormity is beyond any humans comprehension. The distance between us and the sun is by no means small, but compared to the distance between us and another galaxy, it is pathetically insignificant. Those thoughts alone were enough to drive my child mind crazy, and that horrifying feeling resurfaced 3 years, and not in a way that I'd have hoped.
I was walking home from the mall, a new video game in hand and an itch to start kicking ass. Music blasting through my overpriced headphones, I was still trying to find a way to kickstart happiness. The video game was an impulse purchase, a means of trying to get this day to fly by faster. The cars were zipping by, the dense fog not slowing them down at all. Unsurprisingly there had been an accident an hour ago near the mall, someone ripping their front bumper off and causing quite a nasty bump to the taxi in front of them. While interesting to watch unfold, it was a cue to get home and away from the daft drivers.
I ran up the grassy hill, careful not to slip on the rocks as I had done countless times. I, of course, did, and promptly started singing out a string of swears that would make Ozzy proud. The street, a small cul-de-sac, was empty. This was unusual, as the weather here is pretty predictable and the kids have never been stopped by such a thing before. Nonetheless, it merely made the walk more enjoyable without having to look every 3 seconds to make sure you weren't about to step on the head of some innocent child. I slid the headphones around my neck, fishing the keys out of my pocket and prancing up the stairs to unlock the door. The key strained as the deadlock made the satisfying thunk as it clicked in, letting the door open. I, without looking, twisted the door handle and walked inside, still looking at my phone to check my email.
As the door shut behind me, something became startling. There was no light. This was a problem as it was 3 in the afternoon and my door was surrounded by windows. I looked up and immediately dropped my phone. The space was vast, beyond anything you could have ever imagined. Everything was beyond black, something devoid of all color. That's what I've come to call it now anyway. The void. I retrieved my phone from the ground, the dull glow from the naughty screensaver illuminating my shoes. I couldn't help it but I uttered a very distinct “What the hell”.
This is when the panic sank in. A couple of minutes must have passed before I backed up, hoping and praying to hit the doorknob. I didn't hit anything. I turned around and there was nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see. My feet didn't feel as if they were touching anything solid. It was like walking on a cloud that some how kept me sustained. Then again, I'm not sure if I was moving at all, or if my feet were connecting. Naturally I unlocked my phone and tried calling 911, hoping I was suffering a psychotic break and this was something that could be fixed. The only response from my phone was a “No signal” notification and a dropped call.