"Life Vest Under Seat"

"Please keep your seat belt fastened while seated." "Your cushions may be used as a flotation device." Blah, blah, blah. Same ol', same ol'. Oxygen masks. In case of... sudden pressure change in the cabin?
Can I use it now? People. So many. Different faces, from different places, with different manners. Scratch that. Different ways of demonstrating THEY HAVE NONE. So, no mask. Okay, window. Let me have the window. I need to escape this place. Pressure? No, we're not even moving yet... It's my head. All in my head. Here we go. Down the strip (that frankly, seems too small). Faster. Picking up more speed than most would be comfortable with. This situation is a reasonable exception however. Eyes closed. It's more fun just to FEEL the flying. Open. Watch this plane belittle the world. I wish i could tumble out the window and fly away from these machines. Be in the atmosophere, among things that are meant to be there. But higher. Where the birds can't quite reach me. And higher. Where even the machines don't dare attempt to go. Upward through seemingly never ending condensed water and air. Beautifiul clouds. Mysterious and contradicting air. Clouds, clouds, clouds. Never wanting to come out of them. Sky diving sounds fun. Down. Fast. Faster than anything in this natural world. Past the machines. Towards a mystical blue. So divine. Unmistakable. Flashback, the sign. "Life vest under seat."


J.