The Airport
Stepping into each one feels like every other: high ceilings, moving walkways, glimpses of tarmac through thick glass. 4:30 am—PSTTwo hours ago, I was falling asleep. Now, my head is in a different space, silent dreary and lulled. Groggily, dizzily, my sister steps to my door, turns the knob, and comes to wake me up. […]