feeling listless

Void
Time stopped.
Or so it seemed.
For him, floating in the void, nothing worse could happen.
The loneliness wan't like anything he had experienced before in his life -- perhaps, he thought, to anyone in anylife.
After all - he was the first to get into this situation, he supposed.
Strangely, he didn't feel the terror he should have experienced in expectation.
He felt oddly optimistic that something eas going to happen.
Soon.
Time went by.
He tried to remember how he had found himself in this situation.
He found it impossible.
He began to spin.
He didn't know why he was spinning.
As he spun, he tried to use the inertia to move even quicker forward.
He succeeded.
The problem was he wasn't going anywhere.
He didn't care.