By Baxter Mangrum
Dear Whoever finds this letter,
When the plane took off seven years ago, I thought it would land. I took a nap and when I awoke the plane was vacant. I looked out the window, but there were only clouds. I do not know what is driving the plane or fueling it. I have tried to go out the exits but they are unopenable and I have stopped trying to open them long ago. I spend most of my time playing chess with myself on a small travel chess set. The pieces seem to be eternally staring at me. As for food, somehow I never get hungry or thirsty. The temperature is always around 57 degrees so I always have to wear my hoodie. My hair is very long because I have no way to cut it. I also look like garbage because there is no way to shower. Sometimes I look out the windows at the aggressive clouds and wish I could live a normal life. I was 22 when I got on this flight so I am around 29 now. If anyone gets this letter, save me.
Desperately,
Baxter
Dear Whoever finds this letter,
When the plane took off seven years ago, I thought it would land. I took a nap and when I awoke the plane was vacant. I looked out the window, but there were only clouds. I do not know what is driving the plane or fueling it. I have tried to go out the exits but they are unopenable and I have stopped trying to open them long ago. I spend most of my time playing chess with myself on a small travel chess set. The pieces seem to be eternally staring at me. As for food, somehow I never get hungry or thirsty. The temperature is always around 57 degrees so I always have to wear my hoodie. My hair is very long because I have no way to cut it. I also look like garbage because there is no way to shower. Sometimes I look out the windows at the aggressive clouds and wish I could live a normal life. I was 22 when I got on this flight so I am around 29 now. If anyone gets this letter, save me.
Desperately,
Baxter
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