Phase Shift 2020 by Stephanie Latini

4am. She crosses the threshold of the sliding glass doors into the cavernous, shadowy airport. She has been here before, but the reassuring anxiety of the vibrant daytime pulse is absent. This place seems strangely distorted. Does she belong here? The ticket in her hand indicates that yes, this is the place, this is the course. She will reach her new destination, eventually. For now, there is only a disquieting sense of anticipation in this ephemeral palace. She waits for the change. The humming sound of a floor being waxed from far away brings promise.