She looks up, and eye drops fall and sting her eyes. Her ritual, whenever she works an all-nighter.
She wipes the tears and puts the smile.
Half asleep, already tired passengers start to pour. Some look suspiciously awake at this time of the wee hours.
Once everyone is onboard, the plane takes off, briefly breaking the hush of the nocturnal world.
Just another day at the office at 35,000 feet in the air.
When the plane lands at the destination in the East, it is still dark.
Half asleep, still tired passengers stagger to the door. Some look suspiciously awake despite the little sleep they have gotten.
Once everyone is off, she pulls her roller bag, briefly breaking the hush of the desolate terminal.
She wipes the smile off when she slam-clicks the door of the hotel room, leaving weather delays, inadequate supplies in the galley and family-feud scenes behind.
She closes her eyes as the sun comes up and remembers that she just missed another holiday.