I woke up very abruptly with the click of a belt fastened on me.

"We land in Denver," Reed explained. 

Still under the impression of the dream, I opened my mouth to tell Reed about it, but hesitated.

- What? 

But it was as embarrassing to talk about as it was to watch.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

- You, it seems, didn’t even move in your sleep, where did it come from ... - Reed gently touched my hair at the top of my head.

Oooh, I can imagine without a mirror, what surprised him so much - after sleeping, my hair always looked like someone had been diligently...