Business Class

We are in the United lounge getting ready to board a flight for a vacation in a far off place. It is the first time we've gotten away alone together in a long time. Since the kids, since the move. I have enough United miles that we get upgraded to business class. She's happy with this. We get on the plane and I feel pride and a sense of peace. I've been away for a few days so while we wait to takeoff she catches me up on what happened at home the past week. A certain play at school, a typical swimming lesson, the usual lunch with the girls, the usual gossip about who's happy and who's not. Then she mentions the call from the investigator from our old hometown, asking routine background questions for a case he is trying to close. I pay a bit more attention but I am not concerned, they are just running in the same circles they did five years ago. Then she mentions the phone call from the ex sister in law, asking a seemingly innocent question. But it isn't so innocent. My first thought is to end it myself because the police will surely be waiting on our return. My second thought is this is just a dream. And it was. And I awake. To another reality near by.