Beep, beep, beep, beep...
That wasn't the sound of my alarm. That was the sound of my room phone ringing.
I awoke to the sound of it. I was out of it. I didn't know what was going on. It stopped, I went back to sleep. An hour couldn't be up already could it?
beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...
No it's my phone again. I glance at the time and it's 5.07am.
panic strikes. I leap out of bed and discovered my bags not even packed and clothes strewn around the room.
panic.
I quickly throw on some clothes and pack my bag as fast as I can. I leave my snow boots behind. Just don't have time.
Where has the time gone. Why do I feel so coughpy? This can't be happening.
SIS is angry and annoyed and rightly so. On my way down in the elevator I meet a handsome African American man who was coming up to get me. He was front desk staff and had been sent by my sister to find out what was going on.
I get downstairs somehow at 5.20am, 70 minutes before our flight. We haven't checked in.
Into a cab and we get to the airport at 5.45am and check in minutes before closure.
Security is long and we wait in silence.
I'm hungover but not through alcohol. I have drank far more than I did last night and felt fine the next morning. I am sleep hungover. The result of 80 minutes sleep and then being woken abruptly.
Finally we get through security and the last remnants of boarding is taking place.
We made it.
How I don't know.
I'm dazed. Confused. I desperately need coffee...but I preferably need more sleep.
I line up at Starbucks as the line for boarding is receding fast. I am no closer to where I started as the last people board the flight. My sister has abandoned me now and that's OK. She shouldn't miss her flight because of me. In the end, I just can't wait any longer and I leave the line and am the final person aboard the aircraft. God I NEED coffee.
I take my seat in 2D on this Alaska Airlines flight 126 to Seattle.
I am apologetic to my sister. She kept her end of the bargain, but I didn't keep mine.
Luckily we are close and my apology is accepted.
I sit in my seat and all i want is coffee. At this stage I don't care if it's Nescafe.
The FA comes around with a tray full of...what...is that coffee? I expected water or juice, but no, she has mugs of hot steaming coffee.
"Would you like a coffee sir?" she asks me.
Oh my god. A mug. A proper mug and hot coffee. I gleefully accept. I am instantly OK again.
Flight takes off on time and I settle in to my nice seat and await breakfast.
Eventually it arrives and I am asked if I want another cup of coffee. "Yes please" I can't quickly enough.
Breakfast consisted of a waffle, which was only mildly edible.
I'm past the point of caring now. After the meal service, I recline my seat and doze off.
I am happy we made the flight. Sad that I made my sister stress and sad and happy at the same time. Sad that my Alaska journey was now over. But happy because I am spending a night in Seattle before heading home while SIS spends a few extra days in Portland staying with friends.
I put on my Bose QC25s and drift off to the sounds of Keith Urban. I would sleep pretty much the whole three hours to SeaTac.