I shift nervously in the comfortable chair for the umpteenth time, trying my best to contain the trembles of my hands. My mind was on overdrive, the gears in my head shifting constantly, unable to stop.

After three years of hard work, doing part time jobs and denying myself any pleasure, I finally did it. I put together enough money to make my dream come true - visiting the United States of America. Seeing the Statue of Liberty, visiting Hollywood, The Grand Canyon and many other attractions were literally at my fingertips.

Was I excited? Of course, I was. Who wouldn't be when his life long dream was turning into reality? I couldn't sleep for the entire week before my flight, the excitement and happiness getting the best of me. At that time, I wasn't expecting things to get... nervous.

I decided to travel in style. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so why not make the best out of it? When making a reservation, I booked a spot in the first class, without any hesitation. It was an almost eighteen-hour flight after all and I wanted to experience all the good stuff right from the start.

And boy, was it worth it.

Everything looked so... incredible. Expensive. Luxurious. Worth every penny. Leather and incredibly soft seats that easily turned into comfortable beds. Dark blue carpets that felt like grass when you stepped on them with your bare feet. An open liquor cabinet filled with all kinds of expensive alcohol from around the world. Even the staff was different, - young, insanely gorgeous and attractive girls with fit and toned bodies hidden underneath their uniforms. The girls were really nice to look at, as my fellow passengers dared to make a couple of really inappropriate comments that personally - and with a slight feeling of shame - I was agreeing with.

It felt like heaven. I was loving every single second of this trip already, as I chatted with my other people before the start, drinking expensive brandy. We shared a couple of stories, dirty jokes before one of the flight attendants politely asked us to take our seats.

And that was the moment, where something clicked inside me. As I was sitting down, I felt my body getting cut off from the outside world. I felt my blood pressure rising up and my heart pumping furiously in my chest.

I never flew on a plane before. This was my first time. With each passing second, I was getting more and more scared.

A thousand "What If's?" bombarded my mind, as I tried to stay calm. What if there is a bomb on the plane? What if one of the engines will stop working? What if we fall into the ocean?

Yeah, what if?

The next three hours were a real struggle, as I tried to be calm and stay relatively sane. I tried to watch a movie, but my mind was completely elsewhere. I tried to sleep, but that was a pointless effort as well. I wanted to get my mind busy by talking to other people, but getting up and wander to the opposite side of the plane felt like a mission impossible.

I was soo deep into my terrified trance, that I didn't even notice one of the flight attendant approaching me. She had to tap me on my shoulder to gain attention, as I looked back at her hazel eyes and porcelain skin, feeling actually a little intimidated by our really close proximity.

"Sir, you look so nervous... Is everything alright?"

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