shooting stars.
I was sitting on a plane, three hundred and ninety eight miles from my sweetheart, when I would much rather have been curled up with him in bed after eating something wonderfully delicious that he'd cooked us for dinner.
But no: I'd had to go to a tech convention in San Francisco, and he couldn't get enough time off from the restaurant to come with me. So I had spent six lonely nights in a plush hotel room with a bed far too big for just one person.
It had been a busy week, and I was always working, doing something for my company for the convention; and after hours was spent in restaurants with representatives from other companies, maintaining a good company image. I'd only barely managed to find time to see my grandparents for dinner. But I was less than an hour from home, speeding across the sky like a shooting star.
I looked out the window at the spiderweb network of roads; lit with yellow lights against the black ground. There were houses down there somewhere, and some kid was probably looking out his or her window, wishing on an airplane thinking it was a shooting star.
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But no: I'd had to go to a tech convention in San Francisco, and he couldn't get enough time off from the restaurant to come with me. So I had spent six lonely nights in a plush hotel room with a bed far too big for just one person.
It had been a busy week, and I was always working, doing something for my company for the convention; and after hours was spent in restaurants with representatives from other companies, maintaining a good company image. I'd only barely managed to find time to see my grandparents for dinner. But I was less than an hour from home, speeding across the sky like a shooting star.
I looked out the window at the spiderweb network of roads; lit with yellow lights against the black ground. There were houses down there somewhere, and some kid was probably looking out his or her window, wishing on an airplane thinking it was a shooting star.
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