Found in a notebook, written during one of my numerous plane rides up and down the country. I laughed.
Looking at the white tufty cotton balls outside the plane window makes me feel like a protagonist. Like people are gladly paying for overpriced popcorn and the opportunity to watch me look beautifully determined set to the soundtrack of Ingrid Michaelson [check her out on youtube] and unfocused nachos and coke cans in the foreground.
And then a stewardess can ask me something that you can't hear because of Ingrid's voice and I snap out of my reverie and smile and shake my head and resume sipping coke.