Turbulence

Leaving Chicago on my way back to Norway, shortly after take-off my imaginary bus became a truck on a rough dirt road. The whole thing shook.

Turbulence made me hold the cup with apple juice in my hands, trying not to spill the apple juice. Drinking was extremely difficult.

Turbulence was good for my diet. Who wants to eat much when you feel like you will throw up any minute?

Turbulence made me reach for the safety instructions in the front pocket - rereading what to do in an emergency.

Turbulence also made me realise that whatever would happen, it was outside my control.