My First Flight
On the night before my first flight, my bags were packed, neatly and tight. In the corner they stood, stacked upright. Ready to go, it was quite the sight. With a flick of the light, I called it a night. I closed my eyes, but asleep not quite, as thoughts of my flight ignited delight. On the morning before my first flight, I awoke to the bite of bright white lights. It was early all right, fall back asleep I…