30 hours ago I hopped on a late night flight from New York heading to Los Angeles.

After boarding I saw that I had an entire road to myself, Take off past without incident and soon I was stretched out for a nap

across the row. I slept for a few hours. I don't know how long but I woke up to some severe turbulence. It's possible

that the lights in the cabin went out for a moment but I was so disoriented that

it's hard to say.

I checked my phone to see that it was 403 a.m.

which I figured gave me about an hour until we landed.

When I looked out my window, I was shocked. hour until we landed.

When I looked out my window, I was shocked to see nothing but wide open ocean.

My jaw dropped.

There's obviously no ocean between New York and Los Angeles.

I hit the button to call the flight attendant and spend the next few minutes

rack in my brain for a lake that could have been possibly big enough to explain what I was seeing.

I jumped when the attendant flipped the light off.

She was grinning from ear to ear and tears were pouring down the cheeks.

How can I help you, sir? She asked.

I froze for a moment at her reaction before deciding to just ask my question.

Where are we? Why does it look like we're flying over an ocean.

She wiped her cheeks to clear the tears, still grinning widely.

Sir, will be landing in about an hour. I...

Uh...

Okay, thank you, I said.

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