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

I don’t belong here.

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. first class pov

I watch the other cabins board through the gap in the curtain. The economy passengers shuffle past, eyes flicking toward the flat-bed seats with a mixture of curiosity and mild resentment. I feel a flush of guilt. I was them last Tuesday. I will be them next Tuesday. April 14, 2026 Location: 37,000 feet somewhere over