Goosebumps
I get scared during take off and landing. It’s a very disorienting feeling
I am floating— Caught between earth and space. I am one with the heavens, clouds enveloping me. Softly I shift— my hands reaching the stratosphere, searching to be tether, engines a roar, humming softly in the cabin, heat rising from my chest, chills, tingles in my fingers, feet, missing solid ground.