Mar 30, 2022
They watch trains go by on their morning commute just so they can listen to music a little longer...
The morning sun shines with its feeble rays and touches their skin through her glasses. A strand of hair is swayed by the breeze the passing train creates.
One more train. Then they would be late. That’s two more songs. Two more breaths. And then they’d have to hold it again until the end of the day.
One more song. The doors of the train open and she relinquishes the last 2 minutes of commute before the office and comes to a halt before the building’s grey walls.
They take their earphones out.
And hold their breath.
