The Bubblegum

Airport Within pt II (A story in which you are the hero)

In the midst of your freakout, it suddenly occurs to you. You may actually have bubblegum in one of your pockets. You simply must have some! You frisk yourself for flavour, your fingers running all over your nervous body as if trying to put out a fire. The motion makes you feel like an overzealous airport security officer. Speaking of which you don’t even remember going through a security check on your way into this airport. Wild and fundamental questions rage through your mind. Really the most basic ones in life. “Where am I?” “What am I doing?” You stop in hesitation before the final question and think. “Do I really not know who I am?” Just at that moment your hand grabs onto something wrinkly and bulbous in your breastpocket. “This is it!” you think. “This is exactly what I wanted!” Unsure of why you even wanted bubblegum in the middle of an airport terminal you don’t even know how you got to. But it all makes perfect sense now… All the raging questions in your mind subside to be replaced by a more important one…