I woke up to the sound of buzzing and a screen of static.

I shifted in my seat and felt pain stabbed through my wrist.

My movements were sluggish, my mind slow.

I stared down at my elbow, propped on the armrest of my seat and realized

I must have fallen asleep with my cheek wedged in my hand.

I'd fallen asleep.

I would draw from my chin and sat up, struggling to make sense of where I was. Memories pushed their way slowly through my jet-lagged

mind. I was on a plane with my wife. That was it. We were into the second leg of a 24-hour journey that would take us from London to New Zealand.

We'd already travelled 12 hours to Singapore, waited a couple more at the airport,

then boarded a different plane for the final stretch.

We'd taken our seats.

I'd watch the crew getting ready for takeoff.

And then you fell asleep during the flight safety video.

There, there it was.

A dam broke in my tired mind and it all came back to me.

I had been watching a black-haired, dead-eyed flight attendant, take a

position in the aisle of the plane. The screen in front of me had blinked into life. I

gotten one earphone in and then

and then he dozy bugger you slept through the whole thing

I rubbed my eyes and looked around me

My wife and I was sat at the very back of the plane to my eyes and looked around me.

My wife and I was sat at the very back of the plane.

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