The girl in a plane (short story)

That day, I was so stressed when the plane was about to take off that my seatmate kept talking and asking me questions to make me think about something else.

My brain (willingly) : « yeah that’s interesting »

Also my brain (disturbed) : « I really have no idea what you are talking about, I know these are words but they don’t make any sense to me »

Also my brain (panicked) : « I’m in a plane and we’re all gonna die »

Also my brain (pragmatic) : « I know exactly what you’re trying to do and I am really really grateful but I’m in a plane AND I KNOW WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE »