The airport contains no occupants other than myself. I know my sister will be arriving soon, but I check the arrival board anyways. Her plane is delayed in Idaho, of course. The question as to why she would fly out on such short notice is still pressing to me, and I can't seem to fall asleep in this black armchair. A security guard comes up to ask if I need a blanket. I am uncomfortable in this chair, so I accept.
I asume I fell asleep before he returned with one.
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