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If I’m in the middle of a long shift, I can’t just leave and hop on the first plane I can to the Midwest. She rests her head on my shoulder. “We have the plane ride to sleep. Well, you can sleep at least. I’ll probably be awake the whole time, which is okay. I’ve loaded up my Kindle and I’m ready to dive into this paranormal series I’ve been wanting to read for years.” “Years?” “I wait until at least three books are out in a series to start reading. Cliffhangers give me literal anxiety.” I laugh and slip my arm around her, glancing up at the clock. Our plane is on time today, and we’ll be boarding soon.

I sent a group text to my friends in North Carolina saying I was waiting to board my plane and I couldn’t wait to see them. Boarding my flight, I find my seat and get ready for the five-hour flight. I got my headphones, notepad, pen, and my book out of my bag to entertain myself during the flight. Once I was up in the air, I take out my notepad and start making a journal of my trip back home as I plug in my headphones to my phone and start listening to some music.

I looked pointedly at her until she looked away, I wasn't in the mood to deal with rude people today. The flight was long, too long, I drifted in and out of sleep, for the most part, not a true sleep but one where the littlest noise woke you up. I tried reading, listening to music, hell I even tried working some but my mind would not focus. Instead, I just closed my eyes and tried to ignore my surroundings. When the flight attendant came by I opted for a bagel with cream cheese and a coffee not because I was hungry but because I was bored and eating sometimes helped.

Reeva Despite Elaine’s teasing that had me unpacking my books, I did sneak one of them into my carry-on, thinking I’d have plenty of time to read on the flight to Green Mountain. I even chose the book I’m reading now about Green Mountain, figuring I could use the knowledge. But I’d forgotten how fascinated I am by flight. Everything about this airplane, from the number of rivets holding it together to how fast it can fly, amazes me. So, I spend zero time reading for the entire flight and just sit here in awe of it all.

Chantria During the whole flight, I tried to sleep. But every time I close my eyes, the things I think about would bother me. There are just too many things messing with my mind. That's why I put my earphones in my ears and just listened to the music. I just looked out the window while on the plane. My flight will be about fifteen hours, so I distracted myself by listening to music, reading, and playing on the phone. The guy next to me slept for almost the entire flight. I can't help but feel envious. I hope I can also sleep like that. Since the incident, I haven't had a good night's sleep.

INTERVIEW It was a long twelve-hour flight, and I spent most of that time glued to my tablet, watching the soap operas I had saved in advance. Episode after episode played as the hours slowly passed, stretched out in my seat with plenty of space to relax. With good food, attentive service

Najmah snapped her book shut then fastened her seat belt, staring out of the window. She had a phobia for flights, so she spent the whole flight duration reading one of the many books she had brought together with her; "Lie to me, Dan by Longrin Wetten″ which happened to be one of her favorites.

That has never been my intention, so I let it slide. Throughout the flight, I find myself lost in the book. I have learned over these last few years that a good book is just the thing I need to relax. Leaving my life behind for a few hours and entering another world is something that gives me happiness. With work and my mother always on my back about settling down, I stay pretty stressed.

The spacious cabin was furnished with sofa seats, bathrooms, wine coolers, board games, bookshelves, and other amenities—enough to keep anyone from being bored on a ten-hour flight. But sitting next to Calvin, Adriana felt as though each minute dragged on like a year. Calvin caught up in his busy schedule, read documents for more than two hours after boarding, then moved on to a video conference. Adriana flipped through magazines and novels, trying to avoid crossing paths with him. The plane soared smoothly through the sky. The man inside sat in the clouds, the drifting whiteness outside the windows casting platinum light into the cabin, sculpting his face into that of an untouchable idol.

In the international airport of Lochapple, the flight to Granada, one of the most beautiful cities in Spain, was just about to take off. Inside a quiet and comfortable business cabin, a woman with long hair and a blue and silk shirt was reading a pathology book with rapt attention. As the plane took off, she raised her wrist and looked at the time. She closed her eyes for a moment. After the plane took off completely and flew smoothly, she opened her eyes and began to read every word in the book. A dozen or so hours later, when the plane safely landed, she slammed the book shut and walked down from the plane with slightly red and swollen eyes.