Floating across the ocean, across the world, in a metal sky boat. 

Entertaining the brain with movies, music, food.

Hearing the constant rumble of the engines; trying to find the most comfortable position. 

Legs cramped, a pillow wedged into the sole of my back, windows dimmed, the cabin dark. 

A single light shining down from above, illuminating my mom as she reads her book. 

Two movies down, five hours to go, why is time so slow?

- thoughts from an airplane
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