I had been a passenger traveling in a plane, but now I was outside, straddling the jet, riding it like a rocket. The sky was made of grey slush. I flew the rocket through the grey slush for days. I lost my co-pilot, and then the radio died. I flew for weeks, then months. Slowly I realized that I was never going to be able to land. I'd flown too high. There was nothing to see or hear. The atmosphere kept pushing me up and up and then, it expelled me - *pop* - out into space. The earth was enveloped in thick black plastic, and the hole I'd popped out of quickly closed. I floated off into dark, silent space. It was the loneliest feeling in the world.
by: chairman meow