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Planes


Crowded

Hot

Exciting

These are the three words I'd use to describe a plane.

As I sit here and try to catch some sleep

I am constantly reminded of these three words.

I can't sleep due to the excitement on the plane

is mainly brought on by the reason I am in this flying casket.

It's hot.

I don't like being hot while I'm trying to sleep.

Not to mention how annoying it is to sleep in an upright position.

Which leads me to crowded

I'm in the middle,

there's a middle age man to my left

and a small older women in my right.

They are both kind but it's an uncomfortable situation.

You see I have a cold.

Which means headache and stuffy nose.

A great combination for a slightly crabby kalandria.

 
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