Some days she felt like a butterfly. Flapping her little wings in a fury, only to be blown around by the winds of life and resting in a place she never intended or desired to go. What was wrong? She was cute wasn’t she? Long blond hair, round face, deep hazel eyes, and a slim figure. Isn’t that what everyone wants? Maybe today she wasn’t a butterfly, just the creepy crawly awaiting for the cocoon of transformation. “Where R U?” She typed for the thousandth time. It had been over five days now. Not a word. It seemed loneliness was the only friend willing to sit by her side these days. “Luna.” She looked around. People passed in every direction, but none that knew her. Announcements blared over the speakers and passengers wandered like cattle onto their panes. She had heard her name…right? “Fucking plane!” She thought. Delays had stranded her for eight hours. She was hungry, tired, and felt like a greasy sow. She closed her eyes and drifted away to the sounds of her favorite ASMRtist whispering sweet nothings in her ear.