I am attacked by turbulence as the plane descends through clouds, gun medal gray and harmlessly fluffy. As the plane bump, roll and grunt through nothing and everything, my stomach churns and I gag in vain.
Misery stretches out time like a child who decides to play with his gum. A tasteless, colorless mass of goop pulled thin, sticking to everything it touches, amusing only to the instigator.
Forever finally comes around when I felt the loud “thud!” of touching down.
Then a familiar voice comes through my mobile:
"You arrived a bit early but don’t worry, I'm coming soon."