Profane Relief

Departure time

Sleepless nights before plane rides. 4am with no sleep is far less painful than with sleep, so you hover between awake and dreaming to expand time. Tingling nerves jar you because too soon you will be back in place. Or out of place. Too bad you don’t have a magic button that could transport you anywhere in an instant. A button you have yearned for since you were sneaking out of windows at 4am when you were sixteen. Then, 4am was magic, dark, but clearly the start of a new day. Then, it was the car ride between your house and his that awaited you. Now entire towns, cities, mountain ranges, and deserts divide you. You wish for the button. You know you wont have it, but it is a comfort to know that you still want it.