All I had was interminable time.
Sat first-class, blinds drawn, but it still felt like I was stuck in that rancid attic.
The flight attendant bustled by.
Ignored me completely after I had coldly told her I wanted to rest, please, I don't want anything.
What I needed she could not give me.
Only the feel of Bella in my arms would suffice.
Not the warped, demented demon that had haunted me.
Every day.
Every second of every waking moment.
And of course, since I didn't sleep, it was always there.
Kicking me while I was down.
