Thinking back, I don't even know if I can recall all that has occurred since that fateful day on Earth, now so long ago. In my dreams it was just yesterday. Me in my apartment, head in your lap, with your hands running through my hair. I can even smell your comforting scent; a smell so sensational and real. In my dreams I reach for a kiss, but then I fall and am roughly jerked back into reality. I don't even know why I'm writing this. There's no hope it will ever reach you. Maybe I'm writing it to help myself grasp the strange phenomena that are now my everyday reality, and in the back of my mind I can't escape the fact that it's you that has kept me alive this long. The hope of one day returning to you is all that keeps me going; all that keeps me rational and sane. I know it can be done for I am here now, so far gone from the cabin I left you in; trapped on an alien world with no way to return home. But I'm here, and if there's a way to get here, then there must be a way to get back. At times I look up into this moonless sky and wonder if you are doing the same; gazing at the stars, hoping one day for my return. I don't know what writing this will bring. I don't even know how much longer I might have, always on the run from the primitive yet powerful race that rules this planet; constantly alert for fear of predators lurking in the shadows. I know it must sound crazy, but what else can I tell you? Everything here is a mystery to me, a mystery I fear I'll never be able to solve; a mystery that has plagued my body and mind ever since I first awoke on this planet, Tatora.
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