The plane took off with a rumble. I glanced over at Graham who had his eyes closed. His face was slowly growing pale.
“Are you going to be okay?” I asked, rubbing his hand.
“I… uh…” he began. He closed his eyes again and layed his head back on the seat.
The plane finally left the ground and I looked out the window. Dark gray storm clouds still sat underneath us, yet showing no sign of dropping more torrential rains. The clouds reminded me of my life, dark, gray and stormy, not always knowing what to expect. I was always full of surprises, whether they be good or bad. I often felt like a rain cloud too, filled with thoughts and useless junk that stayed with me forever.
I closed my eyes and washed away all those thoughts. I looked over at Graham, who was now asleep. I waved down the flight attendant and asked her for a glass of water.
Graham rolled over in his seat, his hand finally slipping out of mine. The attendant came with my water and a menu for lunch. The plane hit some turbulence, splashing some water onto my lap. I gasped, then calmly wiped it off. Graham opened his eyes and stretched.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Turbulence. Feeling okay?” I asked.
“Kinda. My stomachs a little queasy.” He said, rubbing his forehead. Graham stretched out onto the empty seat beside us and put his head on the arm rest of my chair.
“Sorry I’m making this a horrible trip.” He said, once again closing his eyes. I kissed his forehead and returned to looking at the menu.
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