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"Cecile and John, please make sure that your seatbelts are fastened as we are beginning our descent in 15 minutes," said our pilot, Mr J. Stanley [Jacob].
The announcement came shooting through the speakers and knocking on my head like an alarm clock, waking me from my half-asleep daze. My body tensed a little as I readjusted myself on the warmed, leather couch.
Getting little to no sleep really does make one tired. Surprising.
The beams of light shining through near closed blinds was illuminating items of furniture placed in the plane's cabin. It was brighter than what I remembered when drifting to sleep. It had more of an orange tinge, too. It must've been morning— which would explain why we had landed.
My eyes slowly blinked open as I shuffled my head along where it was laying, trying to awaken myself further.
Not like I wanted to, but my body was stiff and neck hurt like a bi—
...
You know, I never actually got to review the script on our flight, but it should be fine. I know the title, where it's being filmed, and . . . that's about it. This could be a problem; Cecile would not be happy with my lack of enthusiasm when I really needed it.
Was I even told to review it?
Gee, where's my agent when I actually need her?
My head hastily jerked from it's comfort, still being reasonably careful as to not disturb my surroundings. I then turned to see Cecile's long, green hair. I had fallen asleep on top of her head, and her on my shoulder. Not that it was an uncommon occurrence; this job was tiring for the both of us when travelling so often.
"Hey, hey, hey. Wake up, Cecile. We're going down," I said as I flipped the hair out of her sleeping face and shook her far shoulder with my still awakening hand. "And did I need to review that script? Who are we having the meeting with? What are their names? What time is our meeting? And did I remember my bag?
Cecile's heavy eyes slowly blinked open foggily, perhaps purposely choosing to ignore the barrage of questions. "A-are we almost there?" she asked, the effect of sleep still taking a toll on her thoughts and her head still nestled onto my shoulder.
I nodded a small nod.
Unsure if she could see it (as her eyes were only half-lidded), I added some verbal reassurance, "Yeah. Stanley told us that we were starting to descend."
She tiredly hummed in response, only nuzzling further into her comfort. "We have a meeting like, straight away, right?"
