Theories, Rants And Stuff

Plane •Short Story•

You get higher and higher in the air.

The world seems to be seen from a different perspective, far from yours.

Cars seem like ants and houses seem like mice, small specks on a big plot of land.

The altitude gets to you as the sound of your ears clog up. Noises begin the become distant as you seem to appear in a world where it's only you.

The voices from other people sound quiet and fuzzy. So does yours.

You shout, but don't even recognize it. Nobody shushes you for it since they don't recognize it themselves.

The ground below seems to shrink more and more as you reach higher into the clouds. The plane that holds you enters into the fluffy white clouds that seem to be cotton when you look at them from the ground.

That's something you don't see everyday.
But it's what you see on a plane.