Like they’ve just flown through hell and back, but damn if they aren’t bringin’ us down for a sweet landing and maybe a nice steak dinner after. It makes you happy just to be alive. Wedged in seat 5B, I pull the blanket around me, craving only more sleep, more of the pilot’s lullaby: “Folks, we sure do thank you for flying with us today.” No, thank you. I burrow deeper into my business-class seat, upgrades being one of the only consolations for the freneticism of my life. Thank you, for my cocoon in the sky, this hammock between here and there, between then and next. Like the bubble in a level, I’m perfectly balanced in the air. “Ma’am, you’ll have to bring your seat back up. We’re about to land.” So much for my cocoon. I pull the blanket from my head and gaze sleepily around the cabin. Light is pouring in, and everyone is moving in that restless, get-me-out-of-here way, snapping closed briefcases and laptops, jamming magazines and newspapers into the seat back pockets.
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