The flying chairs

She feels like she have been sitting on this flying chair for a long long time...
So long that she no longer feels the freedom, feels the wind in her hair, feels the amazing scenery.
But rather, she feels the bar holding her in the seat, feels the distance of the her flying chair to the next flying chair, feels the monotonous ride...

All that freedom and all that happiness is only so much without being able to collide and have a laugh, without being able to hold the next chair, without being able to talk to your friend flying on the next chair...