Away with the Clouds

An amazing view and all she had to do was look out of the window. As a child she used to stare at the clouds, the shapes they made. It could be a dog chasing a ball, a chariot with horses, or even a comfy arm chair. In fact it could have been anything.

Today they were a light cotton sheet, protecting the inhabitants below. Soon night would fall into place. The blanket of stars pulled over the night sky. Would I still be awake, or succumb to my own slumber.

It was a long journey, and twenty hours later the clouds disappeared. The plane, steady, and slow sent me into my dreams. She soared through the mist, her head sunk into the soft pillows, but she fell right through. Only to find another in it stead. Lower and lower until she opened her eyes.

No longer in the clouds, the runway appeared out of nowhere. Her first flight abroad and she had slept through the whole thing.