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