The Engine
As Harry slips into a deep enough sleep that she starts to emit the cute, wheezing snore – which to me characterizes bedtime – I start to get a bit sleepy too. Preparing for a nap, I put my head on her shoulder, close my eyes, and smile. Just as I am starting to drift off though, our skulls are flung roughly into each other by an exceptionally sharp jolt of turbulence. The pain in my frontal bone is enough to confuse me pretty intensely, and for two or three seconds I think someone hit has...
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