"What Am I?" by Ilse

What am I?

I’ve been looking forward to this for so long. Each time they would travel, I would hope he’d pick me. And today he did. I see him walk on the plane and put his hand luggage in the overhead bins. His CD is already playing, phones in his ears. I know he is nervous but I’ll try to make this flight as comfortable as possible for him. Slowly he sits down and snuggles close to me. I can feel every muscle through his shirt as he leans into my bosom. Carefully I wrap my arms around him, locking my hands so he won’t slip away. I know he’s nervous but at the same time exited. I can feel his excitement underneath my clasped hands.

We are ready to take of. He grasps my sides and holds onto me for dear life. The plane accelerates. Faster and faster we go. He is being pushed closer against me and it feels so good.

All to soon we reach cruising level and he relaxes a bit. My arms let go, allowing him to wonder to his friends. And I miss his warmth and firm body. But then he is back. This is only a short flight and we begin our descent. He’s really nervous now and I try to make him feel secure, holding my arms lightly around him, laying my hands strategically on his crutch. Again he grasps my sides. Anyone else would be hurt but for me it is heaven.

And then we land. I let go and he gets up. I feel all alone. I miss him so much already. Next time I want to be on a long flight with him.

Who am I? I’m Nick airplane seat.

The end