Is My Hero

Sitting on the plane,
mask strapped tight,
sounding like Darth Vader 
just for the luxury
of chasing a normal life.

Exhaustion hit.
I was out cold—
missed the food, missed the snacks,
missed most of the flight.

But here’s where the story flips.
While I was passed out in my personal cloud of exhaustion,
my own personal Luke Skywalker was on guard.
Not for the galaxy.
Not for the greater good.
For my snacks.

He saved them. Protected them.
Like the Rebel Alliance depended on it.

So sure, Denver was waiting outside the window.
But the real view?
The reminder that even when I’m down for the count,
my own personal Luke has my back.

That’s not sappy.
That’s survival.
That’s love in our language.
And that’s why Luke is my hero!