Coming Home
Coming Home
The sound of the pilot's voice came over the aircraft's public address system, this was enough to wake him from the light slumber he was in, his head back against the headrest on the seat.
He could never really sleep on these long-haul flights. but his body would eventually capitulate enough for him to close his eyes and enjoy the silence of the cabin of the aircraft, most around him not suffering from the same issue and were creeping around the land of Nod in some form or another.
He could feel the tension in his neck and shoulders, no matter how many times he had made this journey, he could never truly get used to the sensation and he was glad that he would soon be on the ground with terra firma beneath his feet and the satisfaction it brought to him.
He could feel the burning sensation within his eyes, how long had it been since he had last slept, not just closed his eyes but truly slept? he had left London almost twenty-four hours ago and it seemed so much longer
Bringing his hand up he pressed the open palm over his eyes in some attempt to shield his eyes as the cabin's lights started to flicker to life, he had done this journey so many times, he could have set his watch by the routine it through up.
His hand closed tighter against his face, he thought of the things he so desperately need, a good meal, airline food was for crap regardless of where you sat on the plane, a shower, oh the thought of the hot water washing over him seemed to revitalise him for a moment as he let the thought and imaginary water wash over him for a beat or two.
Slowly he let his hand slide over his face, the effort as if to try and push away the tiredness he felt and try to focus on the important things, the plane would be on the ground in the next ten minutes or so and he would be one step closer to being where he wanted to be
Eyes opened fully now, he let his hand move from his face and touched the edge of his tray table and pushed it back into place, better to do it now and not wait until he was told and have some angel of the sky glare at him if he were not quick enough to do so.
Angel, the word repeated over in his mind as the real reason for his renewed vigour came to him, his Angel, she was waiting for him and that real meal he craved would be waiting and prepared by her hand.
The shower his body craved for would not be alone, no he would share it with her and then he would find the final piece of the puzzle as they fell into bed together and made up for the time they had lost being away from each other.
He was coming home, coming home to the Angel and light of his life and nothing could feel better.
