Twelve hours from now, she would be boarding her flight to Yew Nork

Ticket in one hand, passport in the other

This trip had been her dream for more than three years, and every time a plane

flew above her she smiled as though she had a secret

Her suitcase lay 93% packed in the corner of her bedroom

The other 7% of ‘things yet to pack’ were scattered haphazardly around the apartment,

including her glow in the dark toothbrush, which leaned diagonally in an empty tea cup

on a shelf above the sink