The pilot pushed the throttle and the airplane shot towards
the open sky.
I had positioned myself to the right of my seat, staring straight down
the isle at the sea of blue dominating the interior of the aircraft. The
hotel-like carpet with speckles of gold accents, the seat covers' red freckles embroidered in an ocean of blue, the horizontal creases faded from time in the sky on the wallpaper. In this moment of awareness of
the uniformity of my surroundings, the gentlemen next to me said, “Hey!” and
pointed above my head. The seriousness in his eyes indicated something
important was occurring right above me.
I glanced up and realized immediately why he had such a look
of concern. Somehow, the luggage door had popped open and a suitcase was
teetering above my head. I reached up, pushed the suitcase back into its place, closed the overhead bin and smiled. What a perfect illustration.
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