High in the Sky

Awake

Oliver could feel a warm light touch his face as he stirred from his sleep.

What was going on?

He looked around, trying to make sense of the world around him. He could see that he was on some sort of plane, there were people sat all around him. Some were asleep, others were just sat nonchalantly and a few muttered softly to each other. Closest to him were his brother Matt (who had his headphones in) and their parents, who were both sleeping soundly.

Oliver flicked the wisps of brown fringe from his eyes and looked put of the window. They were pretty high up as he could see all the fluffy clouds below him. They were surrounded by nothing but skies. A large sheet of blue displaying a golden sun.

Naturally, this brought Oliver to the conclusion that they were going abroad. Yet... He didn't remember anything.

He didn't remember arriving at an airport.
He didn't remember boarding the plane.
Heck, he didn't even remember falling asleep!

So... Why was he on that plane?
Where was he going?

These questioned fizzed in his mind non stop. But since he couldn't find an answer, Oliver instead attempted to find a way to busy himself so he didn't think about it anymore.

He picked up his rucksack and searched inside for something to do until his hands reached his notebook and pencils. He pulled them out and layed them on his tray table.

Now he just needed to find inspiration.

After some thought, he decided to draw something that had been in the back of his mind, pushed aside by questions.

The dream he had.