A jet engine roars and throttles down to achieve altitude needed for descent (I’m just guessing here because unless you count reading Enders Game ive never been to flight school) Every 8 minutes the planes land and take-off. Coming, going, coming and going. My office being in the flight path shakes and rattles with the whooooosh as the plane rushes past my window then disappears from view. I listen for the explosion like in my dreams but when there is nothing I assume for now the 100 or so souls on board are safe. I can only hope this happens every time, every day , every 8 minutes for however long im here in this cubicle. My most vivid nightmares consist of tornadoes, submarines, the night she left me, and planes falling from the sky. Common dreams. These planes make me think of the show LOST . Makes me wonder if im not already dead and me being here so close to the airport is a sign that I can’t seem to grasp. I am living in the “flash sideways” life right now. Here but there here but not. The repetition and signs and it would be so easy for me to go online book a plane ticket drive 5 minutes and be in the air on my way somewhere else. If i could get back there somehow, back to you. Maybe we are ghosts. Maybe we were meant to be together?
