I woke up to the vague sound of knocking... I thought for a moment, maybe wishfully that it was just a dream.
More knocking and a voice... then silence.
I opened my eyes and lay there waiting for the ceiling to stop moving, for the walls to stop merging at the corners and the bed to stop spinning
Wow... I'm typing this and I'm swooning... I feel like my chair is on a raft, lulling off into the wide open sea...
10 hours into landing in Bangalore, India... what the yam going on? lol I'm on a private high!
More knocking and a voice... then silence.
I opened my eyes and lay there waiting for the ceiling to stop moving, for the walls to stop merging at the corners and the bed to stop spinning
Wow... I'm typing this and I'm swooning... I feel like my chair is on a raft, lulling off into the wide open sea...
10 hours into landing in Bangalore, India... what the yam going on? lol I'm on a private high!
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."
Have a fantastic time in India!
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