Felipe, unsettled, contemplated his return home. He knew all along this past week was an escape from reality... but even that awareness wasn't enough to keep his heart from derailing.
To climb back into his shell of a routine. The same commute. The same happy hours. The same faces and smiles.
No blue eyes though.
It was hard for Felipe to come to terms with the complications of timing. A cloud of self pity hovered as he watched the attendants gesture how to accessorize with oxygen masks in the case of a sky dive.
With one last strain of hope, he prematurely reclined his seat and chose to meditate on "Good things come to those that wait."
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