Train to nowhere

The bedroom is small with a Japanese style table put next to a small bed. SHANE, a twenty-two year old wearing only a white large shirt and underwear trying rubbing her eyes because of streetlights through the window. 

She opens her eyes. 

" Friday. Seven hour of sleep. I didn’t even notice, or maybe rather. I never remembered noticing, but somehow, every second became a minute, and an hour, and a day, each moment equally meaningless. There is pressure behind my eyes now. It hurts, the numb kind of pain, but don’t particularly hate having."

She wakes up. Sitting on the bed. Turn her back to the window.

She looks at the empty aspirin pills being on the floor. Derelict pages strew across her table, waiting completion.

"The previous days, I might have spared them more than a passing glance and a disapproving frown. I had promised myself that someday I would be something great. The right job, the right friends, the right boy. The thing about someday is. Someday is not real day. It is not Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday. You know you cannot schedule for someday. And me neither. "

The phone rings. She refuses it.

She wears a shirt with black leggings. Passing by the chair, she grabs a red hat and a woolen shawl.

"I need to get out of the apartment. "

***********

Such a beautiful Friday. The streets are emptied, cleared away by the midnight hour.

She walks on the street. 

Two men stumbling home from the bar teasing her with familiarity.

No running, she passes them by uneventfully. 

" Drinking away the bad times, the endless office hours, sauntering home to the lives they gave up their lives to have. I pity them, and myself. I would be like as them someday, whenever that may be. "

The muted lights of downtown beckon. She suddenly walks slowly as seeing a young couple talking joyfully in the bookstore. Blinking streetlights substitute for the stars blot out. She wanders aimlessly through the narrow streets to the subway station. She notices a poor old man with dirty coat playing guitar in front of the station’s gate. No one stops to listen him. She goes towards to him.

She stands there quietly for a moment. She puts her hands in her pocket, gets some coins and puts them into the old man’s hat.

The booming wind of the train interrupts her thoughts as it rushes into the station. Handful passengers pull out onto the platform and shuffle past her.

" I can’t see their faces, they can’t see mine. They will not remember me. "

The door of the train opens. She steps aboard. 

She scans the empty seats for a suitable place to sit and sits down.

A same age boy crosses from her smiles to her. She hesitates for the moment. She smiles back to him as he tucks his wild brown hair up into his hat. The boy sits down next to her.

" Where are you going? " The boy said.

"I don’t know… "  - Shane answered

She frowns as she pocket her hands and broods over his answer.

" Me neither. " - The boy said

The boy stops for a moment and smiles.

" Would you like to go there with me? "

Shane says nothing. She relaxes against the seat and shut her eyes.

The boy puts a headphone on his ears. He closes his eyes.

And together they ride until the morning light leaks through the decadent window, beyond the terminus, and into tomorrow.

"Together we will arrive. " 

Someday.

[ I wrote this piece for nothing, for long days without sunshine, for moments without deeply truly laughters. and I know, I need a tight hug. ]