chapter 5

-Sorry (is the first thing that occurs to me to say, when I raise my head) I was very distracted -Nothing happens, it was also my fault The handsome boy says to me as I get up and give him my hand to get him up too, after all he had fallen squarely on top of him -Alma, Alma, hurry up that the plane is leaving I turn my head and yell at my mom - I'm coming (I turn to the young man and tell him) . -I'm really sorry, it was not my intention After that I start running towards my mom -Finally, come on, the plane is not going 15 minutes later I am in my seat, my parents have theirs several rows in front of mine, so since it is a 4 hour trip I grab my cell phone from my purse and start listening to one of my favorite songs Hello from Adele, later I turn my face towards the window and I look at the clouds while I entertain myself in my own thoughts, even so I feel when my new travel companion for the next 4 hours takes his place so I turn my face and it seems it will be a beautiful grandmother , which I find wonderful could have been a mother with a restless baby, don't get me wrong, I love children but please be understanding, babies cry a lot and in a closed space like the plane where one generally does is sleep the screams as a form language can sometimes be a little ... inconvenient, yes, that would be the correct word, inconvenient after that the stewardess indicates that we turn off the cell phones so I turn mine off and on e at the same moment I feel like we rise to the heights so I turn on my cell phone again and play my favorite list while I watch the clouds and relax my head in my seat and in that way listening to the sweet voice of Bruno Mars I surrender myself to his arms by Morpheus Some time later I find myself on a beach looking towards the sea at a sea with a crystalline blue, of course it is hot, it is definitely summer, I take a deep breath when a gust of air moves my hair and takes my Pamela away, if the air smells like pink, wait as it is that the air smells of roses, and that's when I feel someone touch my arm, wake up, wake up is the only thing I hear before opening my eyes in a violent way, I get up and look around me, the cold of the air conditioning creeps in my bones and that's when I remember I'm on the plane and that's when I notice a hand on my elbow that tries to get my attention, so I turn to the seat next to me, hoping to find my grandmother in it. I was by my side before I started to sleep and instead of her I find a pair of eyes as blue as the water on the beach with which I had just dreamed, as blue and clear as the eyes of that young man, it is more I would say they are identical but their wearer is not a young n, tall and strong and handsome young man but a slender, blonde and white girl who apparently is the one who woke me up from my pleasant dream -Hi, I'm sorry to wake you up, my name is Lucia Ryan, it's nice to meet you, and if I know you're wondering who is this crazy woman and why? It has woken me up, well it turns out that I just had an argument with my unpleasant brother and I decided to leave first class so as not to have to see his face, so I made a friendly exchange with the adorable granny who was in this position and here I am For the rest, my plan was to play on the cell phone until we arrived, but surprise, surprise, my cell phone battery is dead so I told myself maybe my new travel companion could give me one of her headphones and help make my trip a little more enjoyable -What time is it? (Yes, I know it's not the smart thing to ask, but my brain, just out of the haze of sleep, still hasn't finished processing the string of information that I was just bombarded with) -9:30 -It's still an hour and a half away, by the way nobody has told you that you should take a breath when you speak -Yes, my idiot brother, but don't remind me, okay?

-Okay, I won't mention it again if you don't wake anyone up from a pleasant dream the next time like you woke me up, and with regard to the hearing aid, if I can lend it to you, take (I say while I extend one of it) on purpose and before you ask me my name is Alma

-Alma, nice name I think we will be great friends