flying

I trapped her little fingers in between a cupboard hinge and she screamed and cried and I thought her little fingers might be broken, they turned so white. I freaked out and I thought what the hell am I doing here?! What am I doing? This is such a façade. But her fingers weren't broken and she stopped crying but I was still bitter. I was so relieved to be walking away from the house and I walked as fast as my feet could.
Katie's in Half Moon bay, on the beach. When I got home I finished my left over quesadilla from last night. I cleaned the dust from our expresso maker and did the washing up and cleaned the bathroom and sorted the recycle and then decided to nap. I drowned in my duvet.
Last night we went flying over the city at night. I flew the plane over the Bay bridge and the Golden Gate bridge and then low over downtown San Francisco and over the Rolling Stones concert and then over San Francisco International and I listened to a British Airways pilot making his request for take off. He took off beneath me. Highway 101 snaked and the full moon lit the bay. I cannot quite comprehend it.