Psychedelic patterns scrawled inside and out.
A port hole cut into the side.
Two eyes peep out and blink.
A fly lands on the top for a rest.
The smell of wet card made limp from morning mildew.
A giggle, eyes squinting in the afternoon sunshine.
The small voice within says:

5....
   4....
      3....
        2....
           1....

BLAST OFF!!!!