Meet Me At The Airport

DANIELLA SPENCER'S DAY OFF

"There is something covering my eyes," remarks Daniella. "Also something is pressing on my right hand.... am I in some sort of trap?"

She tries to flutter her eyebrows against the pressure of the object holding them down.

"It's okay if you want to remove the cucumbers, dear." says a particular voice.

"Oh." realizes Daniella. "LOL."

Daniella uses her left hand to awkwardly remove the cucumbers off of her eyelids. She cautiously opens her eyes as they meet a blinding white ceiling.

She looks around the room, which is filled with other empty reclining chairs. She sees her purse and carry-on next to her seat. She tries her best to look to her side and sees a masseuse massaging her hands. Daniella notices that she has her clothes on, so that's a relief.

"Hi." She greets a masseuse.

"Hello." replies the masseuse.

"Sorry, um, I have a thing with my memory and like jet lag... especially after I fall asleep... sort of like Fifty First Dates if that makes any sense... could you remind me where I am, what time it is, and what exactly is going on?"

The masseuse kindly nods. "No worries at all. You're at the airline spa."

"Right."

"It's 7:09."

"Wait, WHAT-"

"Your flight was delayed. We always keep an eye on your boarding times, any updates, and ensure that we give you an appropriate treatment duration in relation to your boarding time."

"What time has my flight been updated to?"

"It's been delayed indefinitely?"

"Like canceled?"

"I believe those are two different things. We can keep an eye out for updates as we go along."

Daniella sighs. "Thank you."

The masseuse continues to massage her hands. "Hmmm. Your palm became extremely stiff. Everything alright?"

Daniella hesitatingly nods, and then shrugs.

"Why don't you take the day off? Why don't you take care of yourself?" The masseuse suggests to Daniella.

"The last time I tried to run away from things I was literally dragged back." Daniella tells her with a calm and cold tone.

"But only if you let the problem drag you back. Resisting a problem only makes it worse. Always take care of yourself before taking care of the problem." the masseuse states as a matter of fact.

Daniella reacts as though she heard her words straight from the mouth of a shaman or a prophetess and nods with deep reverence for her words of wisdom. A few seconds later, her synapses seem to properly work. Eureka, she supposes?

"Oh! My! God! You are absolutely right, ma'am!" exclaims Daniella. "Perhaps this is all happening because I've been overworking myself. Maybe the Universe thinks that I'm burnt out and wants me to stay grounded and rest. And like maybe this is happening because I'm just not getting it... but like I am now!"

The masseuse nods along and smiles. It's hard to tell if she is nodding and smiling because she genuinely agrees with Daniella or because she is being polite. Daniella is coming off with a lot of Pepe Silvia energy at the moment but she is currently oblivious of that fact.

"I need to... like totally Eat, Pray, Love myself! I need to take a day off! I'm taking the day off! Thank you so much!"

"Always happy to help." warmly responds the masseuse.