I’ve been sitting by the window for a while now. Everyone’s asleep. The sky’s starting to lighten, but it’s still quiet. Just that soft hum of the plane and my thoughts running in circles. I keep staring out, thinking about other lives I could’ve lived. Not in a sad way, just... wondering. The kind of thoughts that only show up when you're stuck in the sky with nothing else to do. It’s weird how peaceful it feels. Just being here, alone, not talking, not doing anything. Feels like I’ve disappeared for a bit, and I think I needed that.