My body gets even heavier as the plane pushes itself up further from the earth. I feel drugged and desperate for escape. I want to forget everything and go unconscious. But I don’t want to dream. I remember feeling this way when my mother died. I was afraid of dreaming about her, afraid of seeing her alive and having to lose her all over again. And I didn’t dream of her, not for a long time. I can’t stop my eyes from closing.
