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Nyctophilia: (n.)

LoVe Of DaRkNeSs Or NiGhT. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

NIGHT TERROR

How is it that a dream of such nature could hang here in my heart, suspended here — twirling, turning, blinking — like eyes in the sun? A once shadowy dream — now more real than my flesh, more real than my own beating heart? ~ Segovia Amil

Valentinia:

Past (1 year and 10 months ago).

"Ladies and Gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stored underneath the seat in front of you and the overhead cabinets. Thank you." The intercom sounded loudly from above me, startling me awake from my slumber.

My eyes were wide in shock, not quite prepared for the dramatic awakening. I yawned, stretching my hands above my head, before grabbing the seatbelt and attaching it securely and tightly.

Looking over at Katy, I notice she's too fumbling around fastening her belt. Her eyes caught mine and she gave me a small, encouraging smile.

Which, surprisingly calmed my nerves slightly. Relaxing back in my adorned seat, I prepared for the turbulence we would experience while descending to our final destination.

"Flight attendants, prepare for landing please."

"Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing." The same emotionless voice astounded above me from the overhead speakers.

My hands gripped the sides of my chair firmly, my nails digging into the plush leather. In which, created crescent moon-like indents.

I could feel my heart thumping in my ears, I closed my eyes. Trying to imagine myself in a safe place, not on a plane that could crash at any moment and kill me and the other passengers on this aircraft.

Wow. Positive thoughts. My subconscious snided, sarcastically.

I exhaled, whilst shaking my head. She's right, I'm being silly, overthinking as per usual.

I could feel the rotation of the aircraft, as it slowly took its descent vertically downwards.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Heathrow Airport. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about."

And then we were safe. A large exhale I was unaware that I was containing exited my lungs.

I waited impatiently until the red light flicked off above me from the miniature control panel. And when it did, my hands shook to unlock my restraint.

Jumping up from my seat, I twisted my body to its side so I could shuffle myself out of the tight space of the aisle.

Grabbing my carry on luggage, which was merely a rucksack. Containing my mobile, wallet and other small necessities.

I, as some would describe my actions as rude 'pushed' my way through the horde of passengers, until I met the entrance door of the airliner.

Not even checking to see if Katy was following me, I ran to the nearest bathroom in the airport.