001; time to get up

Sleep drowns out all other sounds.  The chatting between friends, the footsteps of people getting on and off the train, the sound of the automated message coming through the intercom telling what station we're at.  It drowns me into a peaceful and careful slumber.  It lasts a mere ten minutes but feels like a night's worth.  Nothing can wake me.

Nothing except for interference.

A wooden cane knocks against my shins roughly.  I'd fallen asleep with my glasses pushing against my face, causing the world to appear a bit murky as I open my eyes.  I blink once, twice and I finally hear the voice of an older man telling me to get up.

A cool touch squeezes my thighs.  One thing's for sure... I'm plenty sensitive to touch.  I turn towards the source and I come face to face with an older woman smiling at me.




No matter how many times I'm woken up, I wonder if I can truly wake up-- If I can wake up from the dream that I'm living.