Several hours into my flight, I could see dawn beginning to peek across a horizon of clouds from my airplane window. We were still hours from landing, so after watching the sun, I forced myself to lie down again and try to sleep.
My nervousness, which I’d tried to stifle for days leading up to the trip, was now in complete control of my mind and body. In all of Alice’s great plans for my surprise visit, and forcing me to go First class in order to be ‘well rested’ when I surprised Edward, she’d never taken into consideration that my nerves would make that impossible.
About three hours before we were due to land, I finally abandoned all thoughts of sleep, and surrendered to the fact that I would be a walking, talking zombie during my first day in London.