over the ocean

i love the window seat.
i don't care if it is dark outside and i can see only my reflection.
i love to know i am closer to the other side of the double sheets of glass.
i love to pretend to sleep up against it.
to marvel at the wings and the toothpick-like protuberances keeping us air-bound.
i love to avoid the traffic up and down the aisles.
i love to study the water from a great height.
to feel the cool glass against my cabin-controlled skin.
but i will give you the window seat if you will fly with me.