Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I was driving into work today in the early morning hours as usual when I saw a flash of orange in the sky.

The bright color lit up the clouds enough for me to see their shapes even through the darkness surrounding them.

It was then that I got to thinking what if that light was an alien spaceship?

What if the more I continued towards it the farther into it I was really going until I was engulfed inside of it without knowing?

What if when I got to the center a beam came down on me - like in the movies when they reenact the abducted scene - taking both me and the car away...far away from here.

To a world I didn't even know existed.

What if I was gone for a century but when they returned me it had only been days, weeks, or months?

What if they never returned me and my family never knew what happened to me. 

It was simply I ceased to exist, and no one ever knew what happened to little old me. 

What if they had a device where you could see what your loved ones were doing in that very moment? Like a crystal ball of sorts but not a crystal ball...something else.

What if there was a television in the confining room, they put me in? A confining room that was nothing but a bright white color, smelling of chlorine or bleach until it choked you.

And in that room, there was nothing but a single bed with a single pillow covered in a single white sheet. The only other thing in the room was a television.

As you turned the channels you quickly realize that each one is a different family member of yours. Your mother cooking breakfast, your father making coffee, your sister combing her hair, your brother sleeping in. 

What if you could see them but they couldn't see you? Would that be better or worse?

What if when the one day they "allowed" you to travel back home you were invisible?

You walked among your friends, bosses, parents, and no one could see you.

They passed right through you as if you were a ghost.

And the closest you ever got to them was when they spoke of walking through a chill, or a cold spell filling the room, or the goosebumps on their arms. What if that was the closest you came to them ever again?

What that be enough - just to see them one more time?

This is the thought that played in my head for the remaining thirty minutes of my drive into work this morning - I thought I would share it with you.

I don't know if I'll ever make anything out of this - novel wise - but who knows - stranger things have surprised me. 

Keep your creative juices flowing as you drive to work :) that is where some of my best ideas have come from.

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!