Crazy one

Crazy one in a cider, wine and shellfish stupor

The rocket blasts its crew up through billowing clouds to find their space. But the clouds are flammable gasses so the engines are cut a little.

Just a little, but too much to be able to punch through the atmosphere and defeat gravity.

So the rocket begins to stall and fall back to earth.

By sheer good fortune, I am dreaming this at the same time and floating nearby in the same sky.

I scoop the rocket in both hands and throw it upward through the billowing clouds.

This isn't helping, so I throw it again and again to try to move it on its way.

I think I gave up in the end. Sometimes you just have to.

I don't know what happened to the rocket and its crew after that. I don't think I was dreaming in their sky any more.