PJs on a Plane

It was late at night and I was tired and we finally got to our seats on the plane.

As we buckled into our chairs for the long flight, mom leaned over, gave me a pillow, my blanket, and a kiss on the head.  

She softly said, “Try to imagine you’re in your PJs at home when you want to fall asleep. It will make this flight go by before you know it.”

I was already so sleepy.  It didn’t take long before my head was nuzzling my pillow and blanket, and I was off to sleep dreaming I was in my PJs tucked in my seat ready to land.

But then I must have slept really hard and long because I woke up, or so I thought.  When I peered my eyes open to see where we were on the flight.  I could not believe what I saw.

My mom, dad, sisters and brothers had all changed into their PJs..  

My sister in her pink fluffy onesie that made her look like a rabbit.  

My brother in his action hero tops and bottoms. 

My dad in his loungers and sweatshirt.  Mom in her soft light blue robe.

I looked past our seats and to my surprise, everyone was in their P.J.s, robes, slippers, nightcaps, loungers, nightgowns everywhere.  
Some people sleeping.  Others quietly snoring.  

People talking in their sleep.  Some up reading newspapers, magazines, or books.
PJs so colorful you could rearrange the seats and make a rainbow.  

Blue with blue stripes, white with pink and yellow flowers, some flannel, others cotton.  Purple, green, red, orange, yellow.  

Stripes, checks, patterns, ducks, some adults with super hero’s like my brother, others with puppies and kittens.

I had to check what I was seeing, so I closed my eyes for a second.  Held my pillow tighter, and covered up with the blanket.  For what seemed like a minute.

When I heard the drink carts coming down the aisle, I opened one eye and peeked out of my covers.  To my amazement, what did I see?

The flight attendants were all in matching PJs.  Blue and white and red print airplanes and wings.  

Some with pants and bottoms.  Others in dresses.  All with matching fuzzy slippers, and pins that said their names.  

They were handing out hot cocoa, warm milk, cozy heated tea, and cookies.  Along with blankets, ear plugs, and sleep masks.  

As they passed out drinks to those still awake they tucked each person into their seats with their own blankets and pillows, making sure they were snug as a bug in a rug. Person after person, aisle after aisle.
I was amazed and a bit confused at the same time.  I thought. How long is this flight?  Maybe I am dreaming, and should just go back to sleep.

So I laid my head back down, curled my legs up next to me, wrapped myself up in my blanket and felt myself fall back to sleep.
Until I felt the gentle jiggle of my mom’s hand on my shoulder, and her quiet whisper, “Wake up, honey.  You’ll miss the view. We’re landing.”

Groggily, I looked over at her and she wasn’t in her pjs anymore.  So, I asked, “How did you change out of your PJs so fast?”

I looked around and everyone was in their clothes, no one was in their pj’s.  Mom did everyone change out of the PJs?”  She giggled and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I woke up during the flight and everyone had their PJ’s on in their seats.  Even the flight attendants.”

Lovingly she cooed, “Oh honey! You fell asleep before the take off, and never woke up once.”

I looked around again, holding my blanket a bit tighter.  No more colors, no more stripes, just one guy snoring still, but all the patterns and blankets and pillows were gone.

I turned back around.  Shook my head.  Packed up my pillow and blanket, and got ready to land.

As we shuffled off the plane, I looked around for anyone in their PJ’s.  No one.  But then, I looked down at the last Attendant and what did I see?

Red, fluffy slippers.