A I R P L A N E !

C H A P T E R 3

{Edited; 5 & 6 combined}
Red-Eye, overnight.
The flight from New York over to London was a light seven hours.

Slept for five then the rest going to reading. 'Fifty shades of grey' has a rather "unique" but "childish view" as if a sixth grader wrote an erotica with S&M, BDSM, Ect. Other than terrible writing and production, I had a nice time.

Throughout the flight the lights turned off creating a satisfying atmosphere. It left me calm.

{TIME SKIP}

As if I'm staring into a bottomless pit, my head lays upon the window of the plane. My music shut off five minutes back due to lack of battery. Not like I'd be needing it anytime soon.

Consumed by the darkness as my eyes close, fully aware that the plane would be landing in less than 10 minutes. Doesn't change the thought of drowsiness.

What happened to you, why did you go, no where did you go.

Thoughts fule my brain controlling my brain into worser thoughts. There's a tap on my left shoulder. My eyes shoot open quickly.

Just someone telling me the plane has landed. The dim lights on the plane shut on. I click the seat belt off going over to the overhead grabbing my luggage. I over look the airplane before looking into the window; to be quite frank, it looked the same for the most part.

As everyone gets out the plane in a lined formation, I do the same but I end up tripping on the persons suitcase infront of me. Instead of a toothy apology, I get a scolding. Fucking old bat.