Ripple Dreams and the Airplane
Late night and drowsy. In movement. A comfy chair. Ergonomic. Skinny lit cabin. G-force lullaby. Then it occurred to me -- I was in an airplane and I had no idea what our destination was. But then, worse things have happened to me before. Plus, by this point I was so tired, I figured I might as well chill and get my money's worth in stead of freaking out. And -- what the hell, how did I get all the way in the back corner of the plane when further up (where things were much more spacious)
tons of seats were empty. So I dodged legs, slinking under seats, emerging in a field of padded airplane chairs. I guess I could end up in
California or London or some smaller transfer city. When the plane came to a stop, I didn't get out with the rest of the passengers. I stayed
inside so I could catch the return flight free of charge. And I drifted off again. Upon a rollercoaster rumble takeoff I was eased from
sleep. Then I realized that just because I was on the same place didn't necessarily mean I would return to my point of origin. Wow, I must have
gotten really drunk or something. I seem to remember being part of some fun in that past life...before the airplane. No biggie tho. Actually how crazy would that be if I did indeed
end up in some distant city and I could just show
up @ the doorstep of a friend of far away. I mean, it's not like I couldn't ever get home. Plus I did always need some sort of adventure to my life. That was imperative. We flowed along with air currents and eventually descended. I was then
ejected from the plane in a rusted old car with
some other girl and together we crashed into a bank of land. We were away from the metal tube and smushed into the ground in a dented vehicle. Airlines these days...huh...guess they have to save money somehow...well. At least I could tell I was back in the suburbs of original city. The girl clambered out of the heap of alloy scraps, jaunted off and was picked up down the road by a large vehicle waiting for her. That was just fine with me. She wasn't a type I looking to meet up with -- all the same I wished her well. There were some industry lights on the horizon and a plane or two flying overhead. As I disposed myself of the wreckage it was an unintensified semi-urban area of thick night I wandered into.
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