Eleventh Hour

Paige

I blinked awake, and for a split second, I had no idea where I was. I noted the soft leather beneath me and that I was sitting up, hearing dozens of snores resounding off the walls—then everything snapped back into place. I was on the plane to Egypt to find out if I really could do this.

And, perhaps more importantly, I had to pee.

I smiled at my own silliness and climbed to my feet. Tom slumbered in the seat next to me, like nearly everyone else on the plane, though I spotted a few night owls watching movies with their headphones thankfully plugged in now. I nodded at a yawning flight attendant and let myself into the bathroom. I definitely preferred Tom’s veritable army asleep. It was almost peaceful, in a calm-before-the-storm kind of way.

When I returned from the bathroom, my thoughts were already on how I was going to coax myself back to sleep. Nerves prickled over my skin. I didn’t know how many hours were left until we landed in Egypt, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I’d spe