LOST in SPACE

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Love this story that I wrote for Portkey.org.

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Much love!

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Part 3 – On-Board

 

I was fidgeting on my seat as the plane was taking off.  Not that I wasn’t used to flying.  I used to travel all the time.  My anxiousness didn’t have anything to do with flying but what I was to discover when I arrive to where I was headed.  I was very lucky enough to get a visa to London.  Although it was just good for 3 months, still – I was going to a part of Europe!  Well, getting the visa was easy enough.  I had back-ups and the management of the Meet Daniel Radcliffe thing were the ones who arranged everything for me.  All I had to do was pack my bags, prepare my passport, head to the airport and fly to London.  My ticket and visa were sent to me through the mail, a couple of weeks after the announcement.

 

So there I was, by my window seat on the plane thinking of what lies ahead.  I was getting kind of nervous.  For god’s sake though, why should I be nervous?  It’s only Daniel Radcliffe.  The Daniel Radcliffe.  Ugh!  What have I gotten myself into now? 

 

A stewardess approached me and asked if I want another glass of champagne.  They offered complimentary drinks when I went onboard, that’s why.  I looked at my empty flute, shook my head and thanked the stewardess.  She smiled and went on her way asking the next passenger.

 

I sighed.  I had 4 more hours before I land.  I should get a nap, I knew that.  But I couldn’t.  I knew the time difference would kill me when I get there but who cares?  I was used to it. 

 

I tried to watch the movie that was showing on-board our flight.  I thought that it might help lull me to sleep.  So I focused on the movie.

 

Oh joy.

 

It was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

 

I turned on my seat facing the window and snapped my eyes shut.  It was all I could do not to groan out loud at the prospect of meeting the person who played Harry Potter in the films.

 

Dang.  I knew I was overreacting.  REALLY overreacting about all of this.  But what the hell?  Give me a break.  I was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  I opened my eyes and peeked at my window.  It was so dark outside, I couldn’t even make out the wings of the plane.  Finally, about a couple of hours before landing, my eyes drifted shut and my tired mind and body succumbed to sleep.

 

For those two hours, I dreamt of nothing.  But deep inside, I was wishing everything would go well.

 

To Be Continued…

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Reserved.  Empty.  Contrasting.

Exactly what I am.  When it comes to you.  To everything.

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