(This was originally written for a woman, and as such is POV from her point of view)
You are sitting in the airport terminal half reading the newspaper that is in your hand, and look at the clock on the wall that says 10:24 pm.
“We should be boarding soon back to Florida.” You mutter disappointing to yourself under your breath as you slightly shake your shoe hanging over your crossed leg.
California was a lot of fun. It was great weather, you enjoyed the sites and movie stars, and now it was time to get back home and back to work. Unfortunately for you, the only flight you could get back home that didn’t cost a fortune was a “Red Eye”. You won’t be landing in Florida until 7:25 tomorrow morning. You hate the prospect of having to sit next to some stranger, and you dread the long plane ride home.
The airport is alive with sounds….
There is a baby several seats to your left crying loudly and bothering people all around him.
“WAHHHHHHHH!” you glance over to see the mother doing her best to stifle the loud child.