I expected a luxury hotel for the concept that Vogue magazine represents but an ultra-luxury hotel is way too much for my little head, what with the granite glow of the hall dripping into my eyes. Fresh flowers whose names I don't know give the color to the place along with mirrors everywhere.

My room is all cream colored with gold accents. I peer out the window and see the Eiffel Tower giving the air its grace. A feeling of Deja Vu rushes through me, overflowing with nostalgia.

Like a crazy person, I head to the pillows on the bed and lift them, seeing that my intuition or perhaps subconsciousness...