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.