Sitting on this hot plane 10,000+ miles up, drifting smoothly above the clouds. But how is this luxury air conditioned craft so hot when we are above the weather's atmosphere.
Thinking about when I can escape to freedom from this cramped space.
Dreaming of my wildest fantasies, trying to vacate my mind from the premises.
Sitting next to two exceptional strangers. One fast asleep. I want to sleep but I can't. The other has a laptop. I want to web surf but I can't. Oh goodie she woke up and has a laptop too and a full library of music on iTunes. Oh how I yearn to have a computer, with all my lost music. I want to join the laptop club.
Thinking about why they say the wifi is free, and up and running, yet as a try to use it, it does not work.
Dreaming of being carlees enough to take my jacket the hell off not caring who I hit, what I spill and the embarrassment of it all afterwards.
Sitting here uncomfortable, my fault I know.
Thinking of an explanation as to why my music is acting funny. Why it sounds this way. Oh, it's the loud roaring hum of the plane but I wouldn't dare raise the volume anymore. I don't wish to have all eyes fall upon me because I'm a silly young girl.
Dreaming of the guy a couple rows behind, 19 E. And I how I need to snap more pictures because the ones I got we're not the clearest. Rather portrait-like, pointillism maybe.
Thinking of a scenario where things will change up and I get to sit next to him.
oh how Sitting next to him would make this flight more acceptable.
Dreaming of a day when someone 10 maybe 12 years my senior would notice me. I can still dream.
Sitting here, in my mind, staring out of the window at the blue white puffed sky. The atmosphere we're in.
Thinking of another atmosphere, higher, higher, above the confinement of rows and rows of navy blue reclining seats.
Dreaming of floating in space, arms and legs outstretched as far and as wide as possible blasting my music as loud as I want.
Sitting behind my sister who makes countless attempts to use my device constantly.
Thinking of what it would feel like to have the courage to just say no. The courage to look back and smile maybe, wink at the cutie in 19 E, grab his attention, have the man acknowledge me, a grown man nontheless. Ha, right.
Dreaming of a deep state of dreaming, but somehow I can never seem to fall asleep.
Trying not to Think about a gourmet full course meal, maybe a home cooked one, something finger licking, teeth smacking good. Trying my damnedest not to Think because I know the tumble in my belly will only increase on a greater level, spin cycle. Too bad the in flight peanuts, crackers, drinks, and advertisement on napkins does not suffice. Well not enough at least.
Sitting here Thinking about a better way to calm my mild claustrophobia and the slight crook in my neck. I stay in the same cramped position though, Dreaming of a quick travel freedom. A brake on the 4 hour and 20 minute continuous flight.
Sitting.Thinking. Dreaming. about that joyous time when we land. Only to be put on another plane for the second half of the flight.
Sitting. Thinking. Dreaming. about the immaculate, suffocating, still, heat of Memphis, TN and how I will cope with the feeling of burning skin. And the Mosquitos of the warm night.
Dreaming about how nice it would be to be back in the gracious, accepting Los Angeles weather.
Thinking about seeing all my family, and how that will make the heat a pinch more tolerable.
Sitting, still, on this rather warm heat box of a plane, 20,000+ miles up, sailing above the clouds.
Sitting. Thinking. Dreaming.
Wishing....If only this flight wasn't round trip...
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-Joyous Ayonna
