The sun shone through the shades hanging from the window, laying streaks of light on the Captains face. He woke, rubbing the light from his eyes. It wasn’t long before he was shaven and dressed. His wings glistened on the front of his jacket as the sunlight entered the kitchen. Eating those two eggs was magnificent; they were the best he had ever tasted. Finishing the last of the juice, he headed out the door. The steering wheel vibrated in his hands as he drove.

His plane flew higher and higher, passing the tops of the trees and the skyscrapers. It passed the small clouds, and then the big ones. The sun struck the windshield, once again lashing across the Captain’s face. Passengers wondered when the plane would stop climbing, but it only flew higher.
The Captain lit a cigarette as he lay back in his seat, the sky turning a darker and darker shade of blue until eventually, black. The stars sparkled and reflected off his sunglasses. He grinned as his lighter floated out of his breast pocket.