This was the smallest plane I’d even been in – the ground looked close enough to reach out and touch.

I closed my eyes, putting in travel earplugs for the engine noise and barometeric changes.

Drifting like the dandelion fluff clouds against the painfully blue sky outside my window, I must have dozed off.

I woke with a start; perhaps there had been some turbulence or a change in the engine noise.

Checking my watch, I was surprised to see over an hour had passed. Looking out the window, the same clouds were lazily floating; the same landscape near enough to touch.

Bewildered and sleep-addled, I turned to the passenger seated next to me. Before I said anything, he smiled sweetly, stretching out his folded wings.

Story came to me as I was drifting off to sleep after lunch.

mlmm’s photo challenge #375; photo image by prompt’s host: NEKNEERAJ