- 2:38 a.m. Alarm set for 3:30, Body set to go, Now.
- 2:40 a.m. Check Sleep App: 4 hr. 30 min. Could be worse.
- 3:50 a.m. “Good morning Mr. Kanigan. You’re off early.” No sh*t.
- 4:00 a.m. No car. Check calendar. I’m 30 minutes early. Wow. Nicely done.
- 4:15 a.m. I Shazam R&B tune coming thru hotel pipes. Leela James. Swept away.
- 4:50 a.m. DFW airport doors open. Insomniacs, airport workers and DK stream in.
- 5:50 a.m. Walk concourses. (Yes, Plural.) Fitbit Counter: 4,033.
- 6:05 a.m. Board AA# 1150 to NY LGA.
- 6:25 a.m. “We’ll be cruising at 31,000 ft. Flight time: 3 hours. Expect a smooth flight.”
- 6:37 a.m. Eye lids heavy. Leela on loop crooning thru the earbuds.
- 6:40 a.m. Drifting to Bradbury‘s “country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist.”
I’m flicking thru Netflix and spot him. Ray Liotta (Fields of Dreams / Goodfellas) in a 2016 movie titled Sticky Notes. Papa Bear writes this on a Sticky Note to his daughter:
“Whoever feels it deepest wins.”
I look out the window, and here we are…31,000 ft up and floating on fluffy, mountainous sized cotton balls.
Cotton balls. White. Cotton. Balls.
- New cotton briefs. Stretch fabric. Contoured to snuggle it/them…
- New, cotton socks. Toes wiggle, happy.
- Soft cotton twill Chinos, hugging the legs and thighs.
- A velvety cotton, v-neck t-shirt wraps the chest and back.
- A cotton button down shirt, hundreds of stitches, fitting just so…smooth.
“Whoever feels it deepest wins.”
Feels it deepest.
Wins.
Notes: Image: Perception is reality, Andrey Kasay