The the light breeze was cool, carrying the whistle of birds to my ears as I entered the plane. Red velvet lined the chairs with a gold thread holding it together, keeping all that was within from spilling out. The thread was a little frayed from all it's been through and on the verge of busting. I remember feeling like that, like everything within me was going to come gushing out into a puddle on the floor.
"Ms. Morgan?" Someone questioned from behind me, "are you alright?"
"Yea. Yes, I'm fine" I replied not realizing I had been day dreaming.
The breeze was silent in the plane. Almost dead but the fan struggled to keep it alive. My nerves tingled with excitement and anxiety as I shifted in my seat. I don't know what to expect of the people I haven't seen in months some of them even years. My conscience filled my head with negative outcomes and all the possible ways to solve them or run away. Each scenario drowning my mind slowly till it's all I think about and depriving it of every glimmer of light. The merky swamp in my head brought back memories of that summer. To foggy to realize whether it was a dream or not, but real enough to know it's reality. I wanted so desperately to drain the water of doubt from my head but the dams in my eyes where sealed shut by pride not ready to budge. The scars on my arms still haunt me. Reminding me of the dark caves in my brain I have stuffed my fears in, my anger. As all the color in the sky started to melt just like my layer or sanity I found myself dosing off into sleep. Away from harm, away from doubt. Safe.