Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

The trains looked like caterpillars, from above. The river was brown, but occasionally other things would sparkle. And then there was the London Eye, and then the Dome, the little cluster of skyscrapers, and the Gherkin, and there was Kew, and a canoe. I flew over them all, seeing England for the first time in 9 or 10 months. I had prepared myself for this by watching an episode of Being Human and an episode of No Heroics on the plane, and had become convinced England was full of vampires, ghosts, werewolves and superheroes.

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Last night, I woke up many times during the night, confused at where I was. Odd that where I lived for 18 years could seem so unfamiliar in between dreams. I looked at the cards on the floor and they were from the Jason Donovan game. "Name a pop-star you fantasize about" they suggested. Somehow I wasn't wearing my watch, so went downstairs to look for a clock to find out the time. It was 5AM. I tried to sleep again.

I am supposed to be reading the International Journal of Aviation Psychology, but instead I pretend to fly around my bedroom, with my arms out, imagining I have shiny metallic wings.

I try to think of air traffic control, of paper flight progress strips and radars, but instead my mind wanders onto what I should fly through the clouds to reach: skyscrapers, rainforests, oceans, volcanoes, mountains, underwater trees..