"Mama?" She asked, staring out the window of the plane. 
"Mmm?" Her Mom barely looked up from the book she was reading, focused more on the page than on her.
"How long will we be in the clouds?" They hadn't seen the sun yet, but she knew it was somewhere above them. Daddy had said so. 
"Until we finish climbing."
"How long is that."
"As long as it takes."
She pouted, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms. That wasn't an answer. It already felt like they'd spent ages with white mist surrounding them. Where was the sun? It had to come out soon.
Right?

-Inspiration from flying