lenoredoll

I fell in love with a bullet train that took me miles and miles away. Pacing my heart to the rhythm of the rails, Im lulled by low hums from the heater under my seat. The rushing sound of wind against the window, against my ear, whipped together made up memories until remembering is all I do. And I remember

Crisp, clean sheets on the morning of apple autumn, they reflected the warm colors of the season. Her hair tickled the skin on my shoulder, hair that reflected her warm colors. The comfy comforter covered half her face, so I moved it away, careful not to wake her. Sleepily watching her breath, I quietly took in her details. Her clean, white skin glowed with golden undertones, and her eyelashes were dusted with the essence of dream. Her curly hair curtained half her face and played contrast to her delicate features. With luscious lips waiting to be kissed, she sighed a solitary whisper and rolled away, taking her aching beauty with her. And then I noticed there was no hum

I was surrounded by stale, bitter air. The heater was off with no sign of turning back on. The other passengers moved about in an anonymous manor and made irritating skittering noises while waiting for their destination to arrive. My attention tuned to the world hurrying past my view because anything was better than pointless ruminating. As the night wore on and the distance grew, I huddled under my jacket like a makeshift blanket. I couldnt retain any heat. It was getting so overwhelming cold.