A ride home

The old man in the buck fifty suit siting next to me is being lulled off to dream land by the rocking of the train.

I don’t think he’s bathed in weeks.

DON’T!
Don’t fall asleep.

I am not your pillow. This is not your bed.

It’s not yet your time.

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