Arrival

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The lights, the sounds.
"They're all so, breathtaking"

"Oh dear lord", you moaned clutching your stomach. That plane journey had been a lot worse than you imagined. It was full of hyperventilating, turbulence, air hostesses asking if you were all right, and a lot of trips to the toilet, a lot. You went to grab your luggage. You found it, stepped out of the airport and.....
"Wow". The lights, the sounds.
"They're all so breathtaking". You yawned.
"I'm so tired". That's when it dawned on you. You didn't have any where else to sleep. You hadn't booked a hotel, and you didn't have enough money too. And you didn't have enough courage to go up to strangers asking to stay the night at their house. Not only is that very creepy but you were also hopelessly and cripplingly awkward. Across the street there was a beautiful park full of the trees' blossom flowing gently in the wind. There was a bench underneath one of these trees. That's where you were going to rest. It looked reasonably comfortable and hey, at least it was better than the ground. So, after dumping your heavy suitcase under the bench you lay upon it and thought about your dream, and how you could achieve it in this magical foreign land.




Sorry it's so short, and sorry for the wait. I'll try to write more next time but being the enormous procrastinator I am, we all know how likely that is to happen.

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