From The Tip Of Your Pinky

Uriel had finally reached inside the plane, cosying up to the window seat. The plush seats cushioned his lean frame, and he swore he could've curled up and slept as easily as dozing away on his little couch back at his parents' house. The engines roared and the winded buffeted, it was his sky-born cradle, rocked by the winds far above the ground. Even as the engines turned, his brain relaxed into dreaming mode, there were thousands of miles to go and all he had to do was let this technological bird fly him there. The plane moved onward into the hallowed space between the heavens and Earth, the graceful bird of silver-wing. Soaring above the cotton clouds was something Uriel forever felt thrilled by. To be so high up made him feel as if nothing on Earth mattered anymore. Every second passing by only made him that much more impatient to see Erin.

Dipping lower, the airplane landed upon the brightly lit tarmac, wheels kissing the earth with a small, joyous bounce.