Sleepy Fly Boy

I navigate towards a place of solitude for a annual ritual of mine. After I've started I don't mind but it'd make it awkward if I started after a conversation hatched.

My hands find the push handle on the solid door ahead of me in this dark stairwell and break into the house of sunshine and clear skys.

A good breeze is blowing with perfect weather. A beautiful day.

Immediately I look towards the horizon and lean on the fence. My eyes shut.

My imagination takes hold of me and I feel like I'm not apart of this world anymore.

I begin to laugh rather loudly as I imagine myself in a small, jet aircraft. I fighter aircraft.

"Ha-ha-ha! Woo!"

With my condition I wouldn't even have the chance to become a pilot even if I had moved to America but a kid can dream.