I haven’t slept for almost four days. That’ll be 96 hours. I don’t know how I’m still functioning. I don’t even feel tired anymore.
Yesterday, I started seeing things that aren’t really there. At least, I don’t think they’re really there. Maybe they always have been, and I just didn’t notice before. The walls pulsate and move, and terror-stricken faces with mouths stretched wide in silent screams come up out of the floor.
I’ve enjoyed my stopover, but it’s back to work today. I’m piloting a 17-hour red eye from London Heathrow to Perth.
This is going to be interesting.
I’m glad I didn’t read that before my trip to New Zealand a couple of years back.
Now I’m waiting to read part 2.
Maybe you can read it again before your next trip, Cathy!
Great story!! I am never flying again!! 🙂
Thanks, Jillian! My work is done!
I once went without sleep for almost this long. The culprit? Coffee yogurt, believe it or not. Too much caffeine! – Love this story—–
Thanks, Shoshauna! Coffee yoghurt? I’m putting it on my list!
Just goes to show how really tired pilots can become… especially over the past two years or with certain companies… excellent imagery… kudos…
We never quite know what goes on in those cockpits. Thanks for the kind words, and the comment!
This gave me the shivers thinking about a 16hr flight I went on a few years ago! Love the way the story built and the situation pieced together as it went on
Thanks, Margaret! I’m glad you liked the story! 16-hour flights are no fun. No fun at all.