Suspension of consciousnessMarch 22, 2011
Somewhere high above, she comforted herself to sleep, bid her eyes to close before she crossed a line into wakefulness again. It had been a bumpy ride across the country, the airplane rattling like an old house in a storm, and so the aisles had remained clear, passengers and flight attendants alike strapped to their seats as if they would blow away if not tied down. She knew better than to try to stay vigilant. Only a suspension of consciousness would help her feel safe as she hurtled across the sky.