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It's been a while now. Everything is getting closer. Gravity pulls harder the closer you get to the center. I squint my eyes and try not to let things get distorted gravity's wake. Try to keep things clear. Ask myself if I'm seeing things as they are or the way I'm afraid they will be. Am I reacting to something that is happening or something I'm afraid will happen? Reality shimmers and bends. Some nights I crawl in bed and go to sleep just to stop the sea-sick shifting. But I am getting closer to the center. To the place where falling stops and landing begins. Will I be sea-sick still when the world stops swaying? How long until my knees stop shaking? It's almost time to find out. Almost time to put the seats and tray tables in the upright and locked position. There are still miles to go once I get out of the airport, but I'm ready for this flight to be over. Ready to get in a shiny new rental car and get on the highway with the steering wheel firmly in my hands. Not in the hands of a depressed and desperate pilot who may or may not be hell bent on making this flight a suicide mission.