A little nap

Jane had never been able to sleep on a plane before. The noise and the uncomfortable seats where her vices. Normally she would just listen to music or read. Drifting away into her sole. One thing she could normally control was her mental space. She was startled when she woke up. It took her a minute to recall her location. The vibration of the plane had seamed to have dragged her into a deep sleep. She had been dreaming about something that still remained on her face. A since of relaxation and piece. What that was she couldn't recall completely. All that was left was small fragments of swimming with a friend or something more maybe. It felt like a lost memory.

She had a dried patch of slobber in the corner of her mouth. She quickly whipped away with her blanket. She felt warm and comfortable. This was abnormal for her normally she felt cold. Then again she normally sat alone or next to a stone. He seamed to give off a warmth that kept her small place surprisingly comfortable. This is the simple reason why she always brought a small blanket and was glad she did. Jane felt refreshed and she knew she was going to need it. The lights in the plane where softly lit so her eyes adjusted quickly. Sure enough he was sitting there flipping through his chapters in his book. Her lungs filled with his sweet sent. The same smell that fallowed her into her dreams. Jane felt a since of comfort and she liked it. It wasn't everyday a stranger would make a her feel at home. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him. Jane thought to herself that it would be ok with her if she woke up every morning like this. Not even giving the man next to her the credit. It was the feeling that she longed for Instead she gave it to her blanket.

Sitting this close to someone had no advantages. Jane whined to herself in her head. Jane missed the empty seat that seamed to always be next to her. Where do you put your arms. She had her backpack between her legs. She would randomly shive her items inside and rummage through to find the item she wanted. There wasn't much room. The last thing she wanted to do was wake the crayon spewing baby dragon in the seat in front of her. She still couldn't catch the view of the plane marshal. Normally they would have caught the attention on the flight attendant and solved the problem. She wondered if there was one at all. Jane decided to not worry to much about that. They had only had one case of someone being able to cut through the center of the bracelets core resulting in an explosion. There where no blades of any kind that could cut through that where not in possession of the military or the black market. Even crushing it with bolt cutters would send an electrical shock. She wore it for 6 years now. She wondered why it was making her self conscious now.

Jane decided to make this plane ride as comfortable as possible. She made note of the book that "Trevor" maybe was reading. She totally did a brain fart when he introduced himself. She never thought of herself as plain. Yet she never got attention from a person like "Trever" maybe. She would see boys like him talking to girls that dressed for attention. She felt like it was the natural way. In gym her jr. year of high school she made friends with a boy. He was known to be a good looker. She thought she had somehow caught his attention. She liked him for his personality and humor. They joked and talked during line up. She was thinking of asking him over to hang out. That moment was short lived, he excused himself saying this will only take a moment. He walked over to a popular girl. She started to jump up and down then she hugged him. He asked her to the upcoming dance. He then came back to finish the conversation like nothing had happened. Jane realize that day she was just a girl. Catching the eyes of someone became unimportant to her. She would live everyday knowing that her own best friend.

Jane looked for a conversation starter. She figured it couldn't hurt. The worst he could do is ask her to be quiet. She made note of the chapter title. Contagious rashes there was pictures and definitions. They all looked the same to her. She quickly decided that would not be a good topic to bring up. It did give her an insight into who was next to her. She figured he was a student going home for the break. No other sane person would just pull that kind of book to read leisurely. Maybe two or three years older then her. Maybe premed she concluded.

Jane thought to herself, you got this girl he is only a handsome boy. No, no he wasn't. nd she knew she was lying to herself. Nothing about him was boyish. You have talked to boys before. He may be out of your league but a simple conversation won't hurt either of you. She calmed herself while looking out the window. She loved the look of the sky and the clouds. In a burst of courage she opened her mouth to hear her squeaky voice. Morning voice she sounded raspy.

" I am going home for the break" she over shared." I am in my fourth year" the sharing didn't stop. I am studying astronomy and ancient history. She looked out the window to gain courage from the sky "My mom is going to meet me at the airport. I forgot my jacket so i hope she doesn't bring me my sister's since we are the same size." Jane stopped talking for a moment. She turned a little pink as she hoped she hadn't bomb the introduction. She felt like she was in a job interview. She hoped he just didn't ignore her. Hopefully he doesn't act as if she was talking to someone else. She played with the blanket in her hand. He didn't respond immediately so she continued. She did at least get his attention as he looked at her with a half blank stare " you see my sister likes the color orange. Her name is Fawn." Don't ask me why but she loves it, anyways. "She says it is to keep the hunters away." The over sharing continued. She felt a since of relief when he rested his hand on the pages. My mom loves that kind of stuff. She has a heart of gold but she is a little much sometimes. I am glad though because no matter what i can call her and she will listen. Most of the time it is something dumb. She still gives me advice even if i already know the answer. Jane stopped with that. Somehow she felt like she had shared something powerful. Almost a decree or a testimony of her sole. She had just shown a piece of herself she keeps to herself. That scared her in a way. Why she went that far, she had no idea. Maybe it was the silence that drive her to madness. Maybe some part of her wanted him to acknowledge her. That she was good enough for his attention. Why? she had no idea. He was nothing to her. He was nothing more then a person on a plane.