"Seat belt removed," The feminine voice says, warning both me and the Government.
I jump to the grass, and walk to the small panel. It sits about eye-level to me. It flickers madly, and bright light blinds me every off-second.
Why would it be so bright? The day is just beginning.
I tap it twice quickly, squinting my eyes, and the flickering stops.
But the blinding light doesn't.
I slowly open my eyes, and I see something behind the panel. I lean forward, and squint one eye, making sure not to touch the wall.
I see the outside world.
I tap the small panel once more, and all of a sudden, one by one, exponentially increasing speed, each panel becomes transparent, and I see the green grass, the blue sky, the animals roaming...
And I see the sun.
I've been writing stories ever since I was in third grade, all those years ago. I loved it. I loved that feeling of putting down your thoughts on pieces of paper and having people read them and be interested in what you have to say rather than telling you that you're insane. I think insanity is great, when used in moderation. Which I guess is good, considering all of my stories are insane.