Airport, Phoenix, AZ

I drank in lieu of sleeping in order to better pass out on the plane and wake up adjusted to new time zone. I arrived at jfk and muscled my way through a large family to reach the one functioning kiosk. I slid in my credit card and the impatiently followed the prompts hitting (print ticket) instead of (choose seat).

This landed me in 22c. Last row aisle by the bathrooms. I was asleep before we left the ground.

I woke up often as people jostled by me walking to the back. In my half-asleep state I almost reached out to stroke each of them, my sleep addled mind interpreting each foreign body as a lover moving against me in bed.