4,642 kilometers worth of dreams

I’ve often watched people in interviews say ‘out-of-body experience’. Silly. They meant when they almost died or are witnessing a gruesome scene, so shocking to the human eye, the subconscious decides it wants to bail. Yet there I was at the boarding gate. I knew it was ridiculously noisy and busy for a midnight flight. It was crowded. It was filled with phone calls and random chatter. But I just could not hear anything. One last video-call from my friend Paulo. It was not to be our last, but it felt like I was holding on to the minutes that ticked by so fast during our call. Paulo is one of my very emotionally-adept friends. As quick-witted as he is in court, he is equally so when it comes to sensing how I feel. Our conversation was light and encouraging. But — not of his fault — I felt entirely heavy. <a href="https://reesefr29.medium.com/4-642-kilometers-worth-of-dreams-4e15382e305c">Visit Now</a>