“Take another sip of water,” Mother said soothingly.
Anna shook her head. “I don’t think it matters anymore.” Her young mind struggled to understand as she touched the plasma window of the spaceship. On the other side was the swirl of two galaxies, passing through one another. Her blue eyes perceived the color as shades of pink and red. “It looks beautiful…it’s like a rose being formed by unseen hands. I’m sad that we’ll never get there.”
The ship’s malfunctioning heating system made the ship suddenly rock.
“Yes, it’s like a rose starting to bloom. Please take another sip of water.”