Zylan noticed that Naomi had finally relaxed; her breathing had steadied, and it was clear she was now asleep. He found himself unexpectedly surprised by this development. She had pushed him beyond his usual limits, unraveling the calm composure he prided himself on. But why? How did she manage to unsettle him so effortlessly? It was a question that lingered in his mind like a haunting melody.
As he lay down and closed his eyes, ready to drift off, he felt her move closer, wrapping her arms around his waist as though he were a soft, comforting presence, like a teddy bear she clung to for solace. He froze for a moment, working to steady himself, before finally allowing his eyes to close. Moments later, he, too, succumbed to sleep's embrace, unaware of the dreams that awaited him.
Naomi woke up to the sound of the flight attendant's voice, cutting through the remnants of her slumber.
