my vision is hazy.
my surroundings are unfamiliar.
as my eyes begin to focus,
i realize i am on a plane.
i am not scared,
in fact,
i don't know how i feel.
there are other people on the plane,
all with the same blank stare.
it occurs that i am capable of movement,
i look around,
the people are opening their windows.
i expected to see the clouds.
to my surprise,
i see colors,
outside each window is reddish burgundy or an angelic shade of whitish gold.
i am confused,
there is no correlation between the two.
i realize i haven't opened mine.
what i see is worrisome.
nothing.
i see nothing.
darkness and fog.
the tv on the seat in front of me begins to play something that sounds familiar,
it's me.
it's a video from when i was younger,
why would they play that on the plane?
the other passengers' TVs appear to be playing home videos as well.
it's my favorite memory.
but i know for sure that it wasn't video taped.
nothing is making sense.
over the intercom, an ominous voice says,
"you have reached your destination."
and then there was darkness.
