Flight #1801: GRD to ORD to BOS. 6 a.m.
Filtrated stale air. Florescent white brights. Beige plastic. Folding trays. Blue upholstery. Broken departure moniters. Lines. Tile. The scent of coffee. A yellow life vest that you can inflate by blowing through the red tubes. Moving walkways, bright advertisements, an M16. Lite jazz filtering through hidden speakers. WELCOME in twenty one languages. A last boarding call.
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