I dream in color.

I stare out the window of seat 14F.
Looking down, the city lights lay juxtaposed against the stars.
Looking down... they are the stars.

Towns become the milky way.
Cities become suns.
My imagination begins to run rampant and I make up my own constellations.
The most beautiful one I name after you. Yes, you.
The ugly ones I name after you. And you.
You can decide who you really are.
If you really need help, I'll lend you my prosthetic hand - If I had one.

Note to self: get one.

Lightning tears the sky apart.
Much like when a lovely girl destroys a boy.
It's awesome.
He deserves it.

I look ahead now.
I'm eye-to-eye with Orion's Belt.
Uncomfortable with looking at another man's crotch I look up.
He is smiling.
Awkwardness ensues, and I look away altogether.

I shut my eyes and wonder what it is she's doing.

The plane lands.
I really have to piss.

I really wish the person next to me wouldn't hog all the arm rest.
Fat fucker.