nostalgia of sorts
I remember when I was a little girl, and my mom would get mad at me, I would stare up into the sky, until I found an airplane. Then I'd pretend I was on that airplane, hurtling through the sky, towards some perfect utopian destination, and all the stewardesses would bring me hot cocoa and candy. And I'd look down from the window at the world and smile that I just wasn't on it. I would wish and wish I was anybody but myself, and that I was flying away from my life into the sky. I would stare and stare until the tears would stop themselves from attempting to leave my eyes. And then I would breathe and remember I couldn't leave, that I was in a word, stuck, because I was just a little girl.