Jamaica

Bethany

The flight to Jamaica was much quicker than Bethany imagined, but most of that had to do with the fact that she had fallen asleep.

Matt pushed softly at her shoulder, waking her. She jerked up and looked around as everyone began getting up and pulling their bags from the overhead bins. Finally gaining awareness of her surroundings, she grabbed her magazine from the seat pocket in front of her and slipped it into her handbag.

"Come on, sleepyhead. No more rest for you." Matt moved back and made room for her to get out.

The seats in first class were large and worn leather, so incredibly comfortable. She didn't remember even hearing the safety announcements before she had passed out. Moving out in the aisle, she lifted to her toes and spotted her mother and Kent getting off the plane in front of them.

"I didn't even realize I was tired. I slept good last night." She glanced back at Matt. "Are we going to baggage claim next?"

"Yeah. We'll get our stuff and load it up on the resort