[Celeste]
The plane ride was surreal. It was my first time on a plane, and not just any plane—a first-class seat. It felt so out of place for someone like me. Every detail of the trip felt like something out of a story, something borrowed that I'd have to give back soon.
I couldn't sleep. Not that I wanted to. My nose was practically glued to the window—or I felt like it was, watching the endless blue sky stretch out around us. I couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to reach out and touch the clouds, though I knew that was ridiculous. I wasn't a child to be thinking of such things.
I wanted to take pictures of everything—the view, the fancy cabin, the fancy food served—but I didn't have a phone. What would I do with pictures anyway? I wasn't the kind of person who belonged in p
