When I was a kid I would lie on top of my sister and try to distribute all of my weight evenly across her until she coughed and said Okay get off me. Okay I still do that. I’m always over the weight limit but I never have more than a carry-on. At this height cities look like rib cages but I prefer an aisle seat. The old man beside me is clutching his ticket like he hasn’t boarded yet and I want to say You have to lie on the air mattress while it deflates or it won’t fit back in the box. The little girl next to him has her nose pressed against the window like she’s trying to understand why the clouds now float beneath her like years and I want to lean across the old man and say You have to lie on the air mattress while it inflates because that’s the best part.