Jetlag

Jetlag
As the ranking officers stretched out in full comfort on the front of the plane, I find myself bobbing and nodding trying to sleep with the dream of the little boy fading in and out. The coffee, the Copenhagen and the lack of sleep make me feel and look like a drug addict coming down from a two-day high. The flashes of the dream not helping matters at all. As I try to interpret the dream I pray that it never comes true. Red eyes 24 hours without a shave it has finally begun…..The Year.