Lei MeFive hours over nothing but endless ocean. Thank goodness for Xanax. And a good, stiff drink. Taken together, of course. Needless to say, I’m not the best of fliers. On the bright side, we were landing in paradise: Honolulu, on the beautiful island of Oahu.
The end, it seemed, did indeed justify the means.
Eventually, the blue gave way to sandy brown and lush green. The thumping of my heart slowed to an almost regular beat as I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Releasing the death-grip I had on the armrests, I stared out the window, my eyes landing on the towering volcano, Diamond Head, which loomed in the distance. It was as if it was calling to me, drawing me in.
Then again, that might’ve been the Xanax playing with my head. It was in fact making me pretty darn loopy. Thankfully,
