The plane Is going Down and I just Want to recline

"The plane's going down. Oxygen masks dropped. People screaming. And I'm pushing the button on my armrest. Trying to recline. Just. Pushing it. Over and over. And the seat won't move. And I'm getting annoyed. Actually annoyed. Like "come on." The guy next to me was crying and I asked if he could help me with the button. And he just looked at me. And I said "never mind" and kept pushing. And the plane kept dropping. And I could see out the window. The ground. Getting closer. Spinning a little. And I thought "I never got to recline." A flight attendant ran past and I grabbed her sleeve and said "my seat's broken" and she pulled away and kept running. And I sat there. Hands in my lap. And the plane was going down and I just. Sat there. And I remember thinking "well, at least I'm in the aisle." And then I woke up. I sat up and checked my seat. My bed. Just my bed. I got up and stretched and my back hurt a little and I laughed. Out loud. Weird thing to laugh at. But I laughed. Made coffee. Sat in my good chair. The one that reclines. And I reclined it. All the way. Just because I could."