Hunger on a plane

Some of my worst episodes of hunger have come on airplanes. It doesn't matter how ample the breakfast. This hunger is unlike anything I can explain. After takeoff, my blood sugar plummets. My stomach feels like it’s nothing but air. Dark and cold. Similar to how I pictured what being in the womb was like as a child: vast, empty. I glance around to see if anyone else is on the edge of a low-blood…