I am hundreds of thousands of miles above civilization, flying economy. I was randomly assigned a window seat, so by chance, I am observing tonight's sunset through my scratched window. The orange hue sprawls across the land, seeping across the horizon like a watercolor. City lights flick on sporadically. Soon, they will light up the sky in lieu of the sun. The flight attendant comes down the aisle to offer drinks and snacks. I know I'll be up all night from the caffeine, but all I can think is, screw it - I'm having tea and cookies tonight.
About the Creator
Vivian Rose
I'm still getting a feel for what I like and where my talent lies, but I'm glad to have you along for the ride! My work is going to be like a talent showcase for the time being, ranging from poetry to blog posts to personal essays.
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