shy gypsy slyly spryly tryst by my crypt.

Reminds me of a time where there was more baked beans.

sleeping in train

He awoke, midnight, mildly stoned. Sleep beconed, but he was more comforted by the idea of his own bed. Waking his companion, he bid farewell and stumbled home, the night creeping into the morn, freezing cold taunting his every step, nothing but a radio for refuge.

Upon falling into bed, he was promptly awoken, and ushered himself into clothes, before pocketing the days posessions, and stumbling out the door.

He waited exactly 8 minutes for the bus, paid a dollar sixty for students concession to the station, and promptly fell back asleep, slumped against a window down the further back.

He awoke once more as the bus stop neared the local shops. School children got on, followed by a girl that briefly aroused his attention. Casting off the urges of familiarity, he drifted into a sombre daze untill the bus reached his destination.

Trying to awaken the energy within his body, he hopped off the bus and made his way towards the train station. He could barley hold his head up, but the train would not wait, and his burst of haste would pay off.

He slipped a twenty into the ticket machine, punched in the daily numbers and withdrew his ticket, pocketing the collection of coins that spat out in his left jeans pocket.

He let the ticket slide through the gate, and slid down the stairs, before slumping against another window, and drifting off to sleep.

He was awoken by a tap on his shoulder. shuffling over to make room for more commuters on the buzy journey to get somewhere, he made note of the station. A station off. Probably no point in closing his eyes..

Reaching his mid-point, he pushed through the crowds and got out of the train, before hastily moving onto another.

Usually more packed then this morning, he soon found a seat to lay down and rest again.

Shundered awake by a bad feeling, he glanced up to realise the train had stopped at his station. Jumping out, he quickly made his way up the stairs and out of the station before the crowds grew.

Casting off an earpiece from his radio, he turned in to greet the baker, and buy his morning breakfast shake, disappointed that the bakers beautiful daughter was not there to welcome him into the morning.

He had a bigday ahead of him, of the struggle to keep awake, the battle to find logic in chaos and confusion.

but tonight,

he was going to drink rum.