“What would you like to drink?” I would have loved to think that someone magnificent spoke those words. Or a unicorn. Or an angel. Or a big bear. “What would you like to drink, sir?” I opened my eyes, and found the flight attendant holding a paper and a pen, and awaiting my answer. After a 25 minute nap, I had been brought back to the high reality by someone who would rather see me drinking instead of sleeping.

I ordered, if that’s what we call it, water and tried to relax. It was a nice flight, and I was in a trance. I plugged in the free headsets I had picked up before embarking on the JetBlue plane and started browsing through different channels on the DIRECTV in front of me. I couldn’t settle on one channel, so I watched some channels a few minutes each before changing to another one.

Pretty soon, it was time to land, and land we did. I waited for a while before picking up my bags from under the seat in front of me, and the overhead compartments. I took my jacket in one hand, and stepped out of the plane into the cold outside.

Spring break had come, finally.