You woke up that morning, alarm blaring into your eardrum after falling asleep with it beside your bed. You'd been waiting on the message and staring so intently at the screen, mere inches away from your face. You could still feel the strain it had caused your eyes.
There was something almost magical about space walks. The chance to experience space, like actual space without the confines of the metal box we lived on. It was something that never got old. Just floating in front of potentially millions of miles of nothingness, of void scattered with the occasional star, or a bit of debris, or whatever else happened to be drifting out there. Just being a tiny little thing on the edge of so much vastness, it has a way of leaving anyone in awe.