Takeoff
Constricted to space smaller than an average human.
A stale scent is abundant. A mix of plastic and person being cycled over and over.
A morose crowd. Agitated in their cells. Uneasy with their accommodations for the upcoming hours.
A foot and a half of space between you and the wall in front of you.
The whirring of constant white noise of mechanical work. Infrequent dings break through the hum.
Landing