The Epic Holiday

<The Dreadful dream continued...>ph

The noises of tons of planes ,that was approaching them, grew dramatically louder. Just when the plane was about to crash into their aircraft...

Christopher finally woke up into the real world, realising that he was dreaming that he was woken up but was still dreaming. "Ugh." he mumbled. Soon after, his eyes focused on the moving cart which he assumed was filled with hot meals...

Minutes ( that seemed years to him) later, the stewardess finally gave him ,what they called hot meal, a cold meal. The main meal consisted of moist mashed potatoes, a variety of vegetables, beef which was seasoned salt and pepper. Dessert was a petite raspberry granola bar ( which he found truly dry and tasteless). He was thirsty. His throat was like a parchland. Christopher urged for liquid.

Moments later, he spotted the drink cart ,containing empty bottles and cups, approaching him. The stewardess showed a worried face and moaned, " I'm afraid, sir, we only have alcohols available... " Any particular one?" she added. Chris froze for a minute. Inside, he was analysing the effects of breaking the Champan rules: the restriction of any kind of alcohols. Outside, Chris was making the stewardess think that he was making up his mind. In the end, he ended up saying confidently, " I don't drink."

After all the passenger's rubbish was cleared up, he was starting to discover how foolish he was on following the Champan rule. His mouth was longing for fluid. It was as if he had eaten numerous teaspoons of cocoa powder. " Gosh! I'm so unlucky today!" he whispered. His eyes focused ahead of the aircraft and a stewardess appeared leaving the curtain of the cabin open. He glared at the right corner to realise that someone on this aircraft was with him. " Rosaline!" he said with intense amusement...