The dryness. It's all I think about. I keep drinking water, it doesn't matter, it feels like my nose is about to bleed. Everything around me seems like a blur, images of mannequins seated in rows in awkward positions, trying to sleep, trying not to think about the time. I'm breathing slowly, so slowly... it feels like my heart could stop any minute. I can feel the air going through my nose, my throat, making me thirsty. My eyes are closed, trying to focus on my surroundings, but the dryness is all I think about. How I could use some tears right now, but they wouldn't get far.
I'm happy here, in this uncomfortable seat, feeling the soft vibration and quiet noise of the engines. Mostly, I have them, these strangers keeping me company in silence.
I am immobile, going 837 km per hour and I'm happy. Despite the dryness, despite knowing time is my silver lining, I know that tonight for the first time in weeks I'll be able to rest.
Then... tomorrow won't feel as dreadful and eventually, as days go by, I'll have the strength to love again.