Meanwhile, Flight 1965 makes it's way
across the Aesop Sea. The floor of the cabin
is blanketed in white sand and cigarette ashes.
The olive skinned Asian stewardess is serving
a tray of pineapple infused beverages with
a set of cherries seductively clinging to the rim
of the glass. And the passengers, you mean these soon to be caustic reptilian, with their leather skin, and opioid addictions are
lying on beach towels that are color coordinated. Flight 1965 has just been
outfitted with a skylight option, and all
gazing into the upper atmosphere, without
a care in the world, as they fly
directly into the sun.