governance
She looks out the tiny window.
The runway lights rush past her weary eyes one by one, quickly melting into a long blinking streak of brilliance. Too bright. She exhales a lengthy sigh and tucks her legs beneath her small frame. As the plane breaks free of gravity, she clutches her blanket a little tighter, curling up into the tiniest ball possible. Oh, how she hates flying.
Breathe, she tells herself.
The only reason you are here is because you hate staying in one place for too long. And you hate it even more than being stuck on an enormous steel vessel that hurtles faster than the speed of sound seven thousand feet in the air.
She relaxes for the first time that night. She laughs despite herself. Control. That’s what this is all about. She unclenches her fists and rubs her jaw. I need to be in control of everything in my life, she murmurs to herself like a mantra. The deprivation of total command renders her helpless. She knows it’s only a monument in her mind, but god forbid, she would allow anyone to take it away from her.
She looks out the tiny window. She notes that the fasten your seat belt light has flickered off, but she ignores it.
This is going to be be one long flight.
~ sean j
