Puffy and heavy-lidded. I am a time traveler.
It’s not as glamorous as it sounds.
Chugging across time zones. Bobbing on the cusp of sleep, only to be reeled back by baby crying, man kicking seat, angry flight attendant leaning over, turbulence.
Time travel leaves me groggy. Makes me want chocolate. A hug. A cradle that rocks.
Maybe I was the crying baby on the plane?
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Author: KateBitters
Kate Bitters is a Minneapolis-based author and freelance writer. She is the author of Elmer Left, Ten Thousand Lines, and He Found Me. One of her proudest/nerdiest moments was when Neil Gaiman read one of her short stories on stage at the Fitzgerald Theater.