Sleeping in airports can be a bad idea. I learned this the hard way. After a completely restless 12-hour flight, it was hard to ignore the impeccable international terminal in Tokyo. It was silent. And empty. I curled up on a couple empty chairs by my gate and sank into comatose sleep, occasionally blinking into conscious delirium like a trauma patient. Nearby conversations and announcements on the PA jarred me here and there, but I was at my gate, boarding pass in hand, right where I was supposed to be. Except that I wasn't. Individual names were called to new gates
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