Joy is an empty seat next to you on an airplane. It shines and glimmers with the glare of the sun the smooth leather would be foolish to ignore Its warm, welcoming, outstretched arms. You lift up the armrest and sink into the soft cushion. You nestle yourself into the extra space and lie down. Cozy, safe, and comfor------ “Excuse me, I’m supposed to sit there.” And just like that it’s gone.