She sits down by the window
And looks at the scenic expanse of land and sky –
Trees swaying with the force of wind;
Flowers strewn on the ground;
Fields, and a sea in the distance.
Buildings, both tall and short, encircling the horizon;
A bright, blue sky,
With birds flying in a sequence only they understand;
Clouds floating around
Like big balls of cotton;
And as the sun hits the window,
She squints, plugs in some 60s music in her ears,
And devours a Jane Austen novel.
While she falls in love with Mr. Darcy,
A baby cries a few feet away.
Annoyed and thrown back into reality,
She apprehensively looks out of the window again.
An hour has gone by.
The sky is now velvet,
The city, a million tiny lights.
Her stomach suddenly churns.
Nightmares clog her mind;
She breathes heavily again.
A nervous breakdown; she holds on tight.
A deep-toned voice is heard in the background,
But its words are drowned by the the shrill cries.
A few more minutes tick by;
She looks outside.
The million tiny lights get bigger;
The baby stops crying;
Her calm finally returns at touchdown.
Written by Christina Martin
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