A woman is on her way home to Los Angeles for a family reunion that she is dreading.
When we breathe on board a plane, the air circulates. I’m thinking about this as I sit in the middle seat in the back of the plane home. I look at the people around me. A business man on his cell phone. Two young children fighting over a toy. Across the isle is a man with an attractive profile and a chiseled jaw. I definitely don’t mind sucking his recycled air. He glances at me and sees me staring, so he smiles back and nods.
Hello Handsome. I think to myself. I get carried away thinking about him. Thinking about me. Together. Set to the backdrop of the small bathroom seven feet away. A woman pops her head over his shoulder and as if reading my mind, glares at me and pulls the man toward her. Oh well. I watch the rest of the people board the plane and finally the captain’s voice comes over the intercom.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be heading out to Los Angeles, California shortly here…” his voice trails off and I sink into the noises around me.
My fingers dig deep into the armrests and my feet feels like it’s pushing against the floor. A few drops of sweat drip down the side of my face. I look to the woman on the left next me. She is already settled and napping peacefully. Watching her calm and quiet pisses me off as I feel my heart racing faster. Bump-bump, bump-bump.
“We’re expecting beautiful and sunny weather, clear skies up ahead.” Continues the captain. I smile meekly and let out a little squeak. I let out a sigh and count down from ten. 10, 9, 8, 7… I feel a nudge on my right arm. The older gentleman next to me smiles, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. They say it’s safer than a car.”
“No, No” I insist, “I just realized… I’m going home.”