He opened his eyes, seeing the stars above and the moonlit sky above, stars blinking one by one. He closed his eyes again.
It rattled again, the tin can they sat in shuffling slightly from side to side. Thunder cracked on either side through the small scale windows.
Flashing of bright lights, blues and golds, a weird combination but he thought this storm was something unfamiliar it shook once more.
A young woman, air hostess who was giving him a smile and wink earlier wandered down carrying the plane manifesto once again. As she quickly made her way down the aisle, another shake made everyone leave their seats for a split second, the woman’s feet separating from the pathway for a brief moment.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining the colour of the sea, the stars, the moon glowing, his happy place.
The oxygen dropped, and panic ensued. The red flashing lights of the tin can blinkered on and off and an alarm warning was issued. People went to grab their seatbelts, awkwardly panicking to put them together again.
Another deep breath, the sane beneath his feet this time as the ocean washed over them.
What felt like a rugged plane cracked as they looked out the window, just as he opened his eyes to see the left wing separate, a fleeting memory for the plane itself as it cascaded through the sky.
He closed his eyes once more. Loud sounds, screaming and the cold air pushed against his face.
He opened his eyes, seeing the stars above and the moonlit sky above, stars blinking one by one.
Lying on some sand, he felt in pain and was haunted by screaming.