train

Couldn't sleep, too many things to stay awake for, like the train. Even when your no where near the tracks trains take you places. Just the sound brings back a thousand pictures... imagine how many words.
She uses the train to escape to early mornings just before school, waiting for the green light even though she'd rather stay inside the car, and good memories too like waking up next to a warm body, waking up next to a warm sunny day, anticipating a hot cup of coffee. Trains represent something good, anticipation, excitement, change. They say all change is good, even a last kiss, a last bit of trust and a fever that changed... everything. Trains close distances, but they expand them too.
It stoped making any sense, it's also not the first time she brought her pillow into the bathroom with her, couldn't be worth much if it wasn't mobile anyway ... things like a pan cake". She should be asleep, in fact she thought she was until she found herself lying there not asleep, awake, letting the train take her away.
She finds herself riding it a lot at absurd hours like 4:21 pm. She doesn't ever really want to go anywhere. She just likes the sound, the movement. It feels safe inside, it makes change more bearable, even exciting.
There is no place she wants to go really so she just hangs on, watches the land scape and scenery change color. She just lets the train chose the destination. But if she could go anywhere, she'd go to sleep.