Sleep & Fall

It's easier to sleep, thirty-five thousand feet above the sea.  Air 
  miles and turnstiles click, you close your eyes, adjust your seat.  No 
  smoking signs, destination times, "Leave your baggage at the terminal 
  3". A one way ticket to escape: take flight, leave life behind on the 
  runway.  "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please, this 
  is your captain speaking.  We are experiencing a total loss of control. 
  All of our engines have stopped, cabin pressure is falling fast, your 
  oxygen masks are located above your seats.  We've lost radio contact 
  with air traffic control.  It's a long way down and I'm told that the 
  water in the North Sea is freezing cold.  As we plummet towards certain 
  death, if you look out the windows to your left you'll see your life 
  flashing before your eyes" (and it's ending one minute at a time). 
  You'll learn to fly with broken wings, to make perfect emergency 
  landings.  I'll nose dive into uncharted waters, and they'll never 
  recover the wreck.  This is the end.