Driving down airline. Encoooore. I feel the power of control coursing through my veins. I can accomplish. I can make change.

My eyes fill w tears as I hold u here on my bouncing knee. Your tiny little body slouched against my body. My tear washes over your forearm. Your tiny hand clings to the chamber as the gas flows steadily into the tiny gas mask that is elastic around your big baby boy head. You sleep now. Your little moustache hairs tipped with condensation, like frost but underlined with rosy pink.