It started out like the perfect first date. Champagne, movie…a little laughter, a litter of the nerves in the right way…the anxiety of something new and leaving behind the cares of the past week. I dozed off and could feel a blanket being pulled over my shoulders and the light being turned out…a few hours later being woken to the soft brushing of my arm and my name being whispered. I arose from the dream state, slowly opening my eyes and taking in my surroundings…roses on the table side, the smell of breakfast…a whispering voice letting me know poached eggs (my favorite) are waiting for me when I am ready. I rise and begin to sit up, stretching my arms after a sleep that was so well needed. No pressure to smile or feel like I shouldn’t be there any longer…breakfast brought to me and fresh orange juice poured. The most romantic morning I have ever had.
Oh Lufthansa First Class how I love you. I’m completely smitten.
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