First Class Pov [ 2K ]

I don’t belong here.

April 14, 2026 Location: 37,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic first class pov

– A passenger in 2A

As the lights dim and I recline into the horizontal position— horizontal , while moving at 575 miles per hour—I stare at the starry ceiling of the cabin. They project fake stars up here. It should be tacky. It is not. It is hopeful. I don’t belong here

The flight attendant—her name is Sylvie, according to the tiny gold pin on her blazer—remembers my preference. She doesn’t ask if I want champagne. She simply places a glass of Billecart-Salmon on the burled walnut tray and says, "Welcome back, Mr. H." It should be tacky

But for now, I am going to lie here, listen to the hum of the engines, and pretend that this is just how I live.