Dreaming in Digital

Shortbread and I were returning home from some kind of trip. We needed to take the plane that'd bring us to our home city, since the planes were like school buses. We boarded one and sat on the floor with everyone else. The back of the plane was clear so we could see outside. I asked girl beside me where this plane was going, and she said to Toronto. I told Shortbread, who sat behind me, this and realized that we were taking off as I felt sick watching the clear view of us leaving the ground. I focused on thinking about how to return to our city to easy my fear. I thought of first taking the subway, then the transit back.