Firstclass Pov 【8K】

I am First Class.

Maybe he’s right.

Instead, I tilt my helmet up. The Milky Way spills across the sky like a wound. Stars so thick they look like milk, like dust, like God sneezed and forgot to clean up. I’ve seen this view a thousand times. But tonight—or whatever passes for night up here—it hits me different. firstclass pov

And I am so tired of being first.

The first time I saw Earth from up here, I cried. Not the delicate, single-tear kind of crying they write about in poems. I mean the ugly, heaving, snot-and-saltwater kind. My helmet fogged up so badly the proximity alarms went off. I had to explain to Mission Control that I was fine, just—overwhelmed. They laughed. Told me to get it together, rookie. I am First Class

“Copy. Any anomalies?”