She woke up covered in sweat. Just a bad dream, she told herself. The clock read 4:12 am. She could still get good two hours of sleep but falling back asleep meant the possibility of getting the bad dreams. So she laid there thinking about the endless possibilities.
Her mind wandered back to five years ago when she sat in the aircraft ready to start her life, but deep down she wished there was no phalange on the plane. She wanted to get off the plane and not get off the plane. She wanted to start new and remain where she was. She wished to God she could do both. If she left, would she ever see her favorite face again? Would she ever get a reason to live through her bad days? Would she ever find the calm in the chaos?
She wished the aircraft to remain still because as long as it remained still anything was possible. She liked the idea of possibilities.
The alarm clock rang pulling her out of her reverie. It had been five years but she always wondered what if she never left? How different her life would have been?
She wished the aircraft to remain still because as long as it remained still anything was possible. She liked the idea of possibilities.
The alarm clock rang pulling her out of her reverie. It had been five years but she always wondered what if she never left? How different her life would have been?
