Friday, July 15th, 2016
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
The first burst of light came after we finally took off from JFK. There was a two-hour delay that pushed our time back in Ibiza by six hours. The butterfly effect. So we were agitated.
I sat in the window seat, Joao was in the aisle. He flies more frequently than me and mentions discreet battles with strangers over the armrest, so I was conscious not to hog it.
We settled in and drifted into that twilight stage of sleep—where it’s new and you sort of know what’s going on around you.
He readjusted his position and lightly nudged me. I moved my arm off the rest to accommodate. He pulled it back up, next to his.
And then we fell asleep. Long and hard. Waking only an hour or so before reaching Madrid.