One ticket for the red eye line.

Always sold in singles.

Always last minute.

A capsule traveling through a space.

In defiance of times where people should not exist.

The only company you have are the galaxies of lights outside the window.

All worlds separate from your own.

The separation does not last forever however.

You know you are almost home when the glow rises in the distance.

The outline of your own world becomes as visible as everyone else’s.

The orange tendrils creeping from the horizon.

Embracing you in a warm hug as you finally leave the door.

Keeping your place reserved until you return again.

Last ticket left on the seat before you leave.

It knows you will be back.

A chime in your head your only reminder.

“Thank you for riding the red eye line.”