My arms are steel, unable to move them.
It’s difficult to breathe at this altitude.
I feel as if I’m flying.
It’s all very confusing.
Involuntary,
as if pilots are controlling me.
Can’t stop.
Can’t slow down.
Heavy as a hundred people.
People in my head telling me to turn left and right.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.
We will be landing in the Charles de Gaulle airport in approximately 35 minutes.
I hope you enjoyed your flight,
and thank you for choosing Icelandair.”
What?
Who’s there?
What are these voices inside my head?
I accept that I’ll never understand.
“Passengers of Flight 540,
welcome to Paris.”