A blue sea canopy broken by thick white cotton blankets hangs under the vessel. Souls stare outside the window, thoughtlessly taking in the view. You move forward at a trudging pace, watching the sun bounce off metal; gazing out at the wing that wants to go on forever, a wing that wants to reach the stars. You gaze at the horizon, where the blue continues onward and onward until the white blankets dissipate into nothing. Every now and then, if you drop your gaze for a bit, the blue and white split apart to reveal miniature models where you used to walk on the ground.
The vessel is barely moving, but you seem to destroy miles ever so fast. The lullaby of the engine moves you to sleep, and you shift closer to the window to suck up the sunbeams that touch you. You reach the destination in what feels like no time, and you’re slowly aroused from slumber by the movement that surrounds you. You blankly follow the masses out of the vessel. You watch someone grab a person as they come off the vessel. They hug, they kiss, they cry. He had been waiting for her. You grab your luggage and make your way to nowhere, to no one.