The Lake Shore LimitedMel is big enough that she got the upper bunk down. I wanted to sleep there, but she insisted. I pulled the shades. We wished each other “goodnight” and told each other that we loved them—as we do every night—and soon I was asleep. It must have been a little after eleven. We gained an hour when we crossed into the Central Time Zone.
I woke a little after dawn. I did not recall them, but I knew my sleep was troubled by dreams. I heard Mel moving about. I reached up: “Wake up sleepy head.”
After we were up and dressed, we headed to the dining car for coffee. The cars were quiet as they swayed, and only a few fellow passengers were up. I nodded to the porter as I passed him in an aisle and after saying he hoped we’d slept well he said he would put the upper berth up fo
