When he awoke we heard the sound of the plane arriving. He emerged from the back in the usual amount of time, coiffed, buffed, dressed, ready for the day: and it was a special day. It was January 20th. He had given his inaugural speech, welcomed the anticipated applause, and then, unexpectedly, gone to bed.
We had been traveling since the pandemic turned to panic. We, his trusted advisers, had thought it best for his safety and health and the health of the nation that he turn to the most secure environment available. And so three weeks before Election Day, we boarded the airplane, and flew.
Out the windows we could see the clouds passing, as we flew through the stratosphere, high above the earthbound menace.
The rumble of the jet engines and the occasional bump noise of in-flight refueling assured all aboard that we were on course and safe.
The cheering crowds he saw on the ever-present video screens, and constant reports from his advisers on the ground, together with [video conferences with his cabinet and court, and] the prompt response to his electronic comments on his favorite television shows, kept him in good spirits, ready to command the nation he overflew.
But then the day arrived. He had been asleep for awhile.
When he awoke we heard the sound of the plane arriving. He emerged from the back in the usual amount of time, coiffed, buffed, dressed, ready for the day.
As we gathered in the aisle we were instructed to proceed directly into the secure tunnel. And so we deplaned at last, and he got into his secure limousine and was taken to his destination.
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