In my dream, we never land, we just go on flying through the air until the landscape below us becomes unfamiliar. Night falls, day breaks and we just fly.
Gone is the man sitting next to me. Gone is the shell of the man-made flying machine. All I can feel is the clean, cold air.
It’s a nice dream, only it’s not mine.
I can’t sleep. I keep looking around the cabin.
Everyone seems to be sleeping but maybe they’re all like me, pretending.