The Train
The train departed, and through the throng of people, I stood in front of the doors, holding on to one of the poles for support. I watched as the scenery outside went by. A few trees here and there, some grazing animals. Once, I think I must have seen what looked like a centaur. My eyes must have been fooling me, and I rubbed them and blinked a couple of times. A horse. It was a horse. I was still so sleepy I thought a horse was a centaur. If you're wondering why I'm still so sleepy while riding the train, well, it's six in the morning. I'm just off to work as I usually do, riding the train. My stop is still a few over but I like standing in front of the doors to watch the scenery and everyone going around me. As the train stopped and people went down and in, I observed everyone. There wa
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