I feel the Earth move
under my feet
Actually, the problem is that I don’t feel the Earth move under my feet (or under my butt, since I’m sitting down), but — through the porthole-sized window on the jet — I do see it moving. The bridge edges toward a good-enough alignment with the door in the airplane’s fuselage — or maybe we’re edging toward the bridge, I can’t tell — and I have a moment of complete disorientation.
We’re moving.
No, we’re not.
Well, it looks like we’re moving.
Well, it doesn’t feel like it.
Or does it? By now, it feels like the inside of my head is moving.
Is the bridge moving
or are we?
I dunno,
but I think I’m gonna throw up.
