i watch the little red seatbelt sign flicker off the man next to me is asleep he has a british accent and smells like hotel soap my ears pop and i look at the clouds funny how clouds no longer seem so solid when you get so close to them (i guess people are like that, too) a lady in a polyester red blazer brings me ****** coffee and smiles i don't think she wants to be here i smile back its just me hotel soap guy (now snoring loudly) my notebook and the clouds this 53 minute flight is much too short and i don't want to come down