The connection that she had with the airplane was better than she ever had with any person. She walked with it down the street, while always watching it flawlessly glide though the sky. It listened better than any human being, and it never judged her. It never gave her empty advice or usless words. She loved the comfort of thinking about the people in the plane. Her mind was with them, and her body was walking with them. They each had a story, a bag of pretzels, and a cup of soda. Some eyes were closed and lost in sleep, but she didn’t mind. They still listened. With each step she took she was buried in memories that she let fly away with the plane. Worried that the plane would fall from the weight of her memories, she put her finger up to it as she walked, helping it keep in the air. When the plane was out of sight, she took her finger from the plane and wiped a single tear from her eye. She inhaled, and walked back to her house.