I got insanely bored on the train back to Plymouth this morning. I wrote this on my phone and saved it in drafts. God only knows why.
I look around the carriage at the people I am forced to spend the next 4 and a half hours with. Everyone is sleeping, or attempting to.
Their eyes are shut and their mouths open.
Their heads are lolling about at the top of their necks in perfect synchronicity with the train's shudders and jolts.
They all look ridiculous, the instant their head dips, they wake up and appear embarrassed of their own dormancy. You simply dozed off, you weren't caught wanking over a picture of a baby or anything.
They try to sleep with a quiet dignity, hoping they are not seen by any other passengers. Sitting upright with their eyes shut and their mouths open.
Why pretend you're not sleeping? Commit to the moment. If you want to sleep, fucking well do it.
Hours later, this happened:
Falling asleep proves to be my own downfall, by getting too involved in my slumber I begin to dream. Fantasize. In my sleepy state the real world, the actual human world where I am sitting in a train carriage surrounded by people, and the dream world (in which I am getting a bloody good seeing to) become united for one brief moment and I make a sex noise out loud. In public.
Woe is me.
full of bluster
15 years ago
