First Class Pov [hot] Instant

When the cart comes, it is not a cart. It is a tablecloth. Sylvie sets a miniature salt cellar and a pepper grinder next to my plate. The salmon is not dry. The salad is not warm. There is an actual fork, heavy and cold, not a spork made of biodegradable sadness.

The Quiet Upstairs (A First-Class Confession) first class pov

I don’t belong here.