Portholes are awesome. When all the nonsense in the higher decks becomes overwhelming, you can head to your cabin, and look out of the window. The view is always changing, the waves veins of fat in the meat of the ocean.
I never bothered to enjoy the other features of the ship. The porthole was good enough for me.
The invasion was a difficult time. I still do not understand how everything moved so fast. But soon we were on their ships, journeying to their planet. Travelling to our fate millions of miles away.
Most of the others huddled together. They tore at their clothes, and cut their skin. Some banged their heads on the metal wall of our vessel. Vomit and feces invaded all our nostrils, and soaked our shoes.
I was lucky. I found a hunk of something sharp on the floor. Sharp enough to scratch marks into the metal walls of the hold. I knew exactly what I wanted to draw. A circle. The waves bobbling within.
I cross my legs, ignore the madness, and stare at the infinity which blocked off the infinity outside.
The view is ever changing.
