Mile-High Style, Part II
I’ve lucked out with another upgrade. This time, it’s on a newer plane that has individual compartments for Business Class passengers. And large TV screens that pop out perpendicular to the panels they hide in. And lie-flats. Ooh, I’ve been wanting to try these.
I feel like a little kid playing with the seat controls in her dad’s luxury car. I press each button individually, curious about every little seat adjustment. And then my seat fully reclines to meet the footrest in the opposite corner of my compartment. I lay my head on the overly fluffy hotel pillow (literally — it’s got a Westin label on it). A girl could get used to this.
I study the shrinking panorama of twinkling lights through my personal windows. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to see how comfortable it is to nap on a plane when I can curl up in the fetal position.