Week 6: Fluorescent Hell

I was taking a trip and had a 9 hour layover at an airport in New York. I vividly remember the seats down stairs, in front of the gates, being so uncomfortable and impossible to lay on because of the permanent bars between them. And to make matters worse was the freezing air that the A/C blasted on the seats, completely unaware that was 50 degrees outside. This was all complemented by the arctic white walls and harsh fluorescent lighting that only made me colder. As I shivered in my unbelievably thin Delta plane blanket, I cause a glimpse of something that looked so warm and inviting. Upstairs, above the Stone Rose Bar and Grill sign was a cafe with tables and chairs and behind them were large, plush lounge chairs. Everything seemed so warm up there and inviting. The lighting was so friendly and comforting I so badly wanted to sit in one of those chairs, surround myself in the warm glow of the lights, and stretch out. But to my dismay, the entire upstairs was gated off. And so I sat, in my fluorescent hell, under the cold and harsh lighting that made me miserable and feel so isolated, and glared with severe jealousy at the warm heaven above me.