Flight or [and] Faint

I'm late, I know! 

But this is the first chance I've had to use Delores' challenge words from last Wednesday!

The first word was enough to send me into a spin. 

Oh, dear . . .

Flight, tropical, balanced, sunstroke, despair, slime

Ready for anything . . .

My Husby loves to travel,

It’s just the way he is,

North or South; East or West,

The world is truly his.

He loves to take me with him,

(It’s good I love to go)

Foreign or domestic,

Above or Down Below.

But there’s one thing problematic,

One teeny, little blight - 

To see most things he wants to see,

We have to take a flight.

To get us two from here to there

We hurtle through the air,

While all around me talk and eat,

I curl up in despair.

He says we’re safe, quotes stats galore,

The balanced dance of gear.

I see a tube with flimsy wings,

That gives me naught but fear.

Next month, our target’s tropical,

Amenities sublime,

But though my mind’ll be happy there,

In flight, it’s dark like slime.

I love to go to Mexico,

And be sunstroke aware.

I’ll treasure each small moment,

The pain is getting there!