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Boarding Call

“Now boarding flight number 304 to Seattle, zone 1.”

I almost dozed off before she woke me up, how lucky. I never liked sleeping in the airport, feeling like every passing soul is watching. Some people, like the older man next to me, seem to have no problem. I glace at my ticket and see I’m in zone 3, but I suppose by the time I make it to the front they’ll be on my zone.

I get up and get in line. It’s a small flight. Twenty, thirty people at most. I can’t imagine Seattle being a top tourist destination, unless people come from all over to see rain, incarnate depression, and fog. No, it seems most people are middle aged, maybe flying home after a business trip. Or maybe some just needed a breather, a getaway from the real world.

In a way, that’s why I left. 9 AM flight from Seattle to New York. 5 PM flight from New York to London.

Now, I’m back here in JFK.

In line.

Waiting to go back to the “real world.”

Whatever world that is.

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