I have seldom woken up so often in a single day as this day. That I left Arwen in the morning set the day's mood. I had to check in a bag since I wasn't assertive enough carrying my backback. It probably seemed to weigh 60 kg, but it was the weight of separation that burdened my shoulders. The result was I had to check a bag in and could only take the laptop as handluggage with Viking Air/Aer Olympic. Boarding made me wonder since it was me and an Mid-Asian conference or something. I couldn't make out if they were all from one and the same country, possibly Iraq, all in transit. Moreover we were all asked to step outside to identify our luggage, although once outside mine was presumably already on the plane since I was not in transit. Still, it made me wonder if I really was on the right flight. I fell asleep before we had left the ground, but was constantly disturbed by two charming kids who were running up and down the isle with exited voices to go with the running. I opted not to trip them, in order to get a proper sleep. I fell a sleep between every other run as it was.
A thump finally woke me up as we touched ground and I still wasn't sure I was in England or if I had landed in Iran. Getting luggage was chaotic. People didn't seem to now what bags they had, and together with quite a few I couldn't see my luggage. It was gone. I filed a complaint and missed the bus with two minutes, but thanks to nice traffic still made it to class with the same margin. I got approximately ten microsleeps in the coach, and probably more in class. I sat in the first row and couldn't keep my eyes open. I think I got it all anyhow, and just hope that I didn't cry out "Arwen?" during one of the many micropauses I took. Dreaming came quick and every time I closed my eyes I suddenly was in the same room as my love. No wonder I fell asleep time and time again.
Back in my room I had a quick shower and ran off to the next lecture and screening.
The day is now about to end and thanks to all the dreaming it wasn't such a bad day after all.
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Hoppas du får tillbaka ryggan så den inte åkt till Irak! :-)
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