(3307) The Great White Mechanical Flying Machine

There was a great white mechanical flying machine. It was huge, the size of a ship and slightly resembled one too. Except the wings were like bird bones. On the machine were people from school Beau and Francis from my dance class were at the very bottom sitting in a ski lift chair with me. It was night. As we were about to take off and started moving, I had lost my shoe. I hopped out of the seat to get my shoe, Beau laughing and Francis cheering me on. I barely made it back onto the ship. Melissa Kissler was there with her cat shoes.I told her we needed to hang out more. The ship flew higher and higher over the Delaware River and the Ben Franklin Bridge, it's lights twinkling beneath my feet. I climbed to the top of the ship and it was morning by that time. I lay on a balcony on my side, an overcast sky above, wind running down my body and through my hair. I was laying next to a preserved dead body, it was communicating to me silently. It was keeping me company on the shop of the machine. we were in a fields of dead winter grass, the sky still overcast, it was winter. I kept lying with the still body, never blinking, it's blackened body.