The train was headed nowhere

I was on a train. I had a compartment at the end of the car. I shared it with three other girls. It was cramped. The toilet was on a shelf. Surrounded by windows. And the old man stared.

The room was wet. Someone left the shower on. I think it was me. I shut it off.

She was concerned for my safety. I was blonde. The workers liked blonde. They were on their lunch break. She sent her to escort me.

We sat down to dinner. The old men drank whiskey. I did too.

My friends were there. They were brunette. They laughed a lot.

My ticket wasn't right. She wanted to show me the route home. The map was covered in ice cubes. We filled everyone's cups. The ice wouldn't come off. She couldn't show me the way.

I spilled my drink on a girl. She was angry. She took my dress. It was pretty. It had daisies on it. I wanted to wear it. I was in my pajamas. They were wet from the shower.

You sat down next me. On my left. Where you belong. I couldn't see your face. I still knew it was you.

The quarters were tight. Your body was pressed against mine. I could feel your heat. I sensed your passion. She warned me of the danger. I ignored her. You talked to me. I sucked on an ice cube.

Your girlfriend was angry. She made you move. (I didn't know you had a girlfriend). She was wearing my dress.

You looked at me. Your girlfriend glared at me. That guy asked me for the butter.

The food was perfectly proportioned. It was served too quickly. I didn't have time to eat it.

That guy wanted to know if I was the Terminator. (The female one. I didn't know there was a female one). I told him I couldn't tell him if I was. I spun on my chair.

Someone threw a ping pong ball. It landed in your drink. You looked at me.

Everyone wanted to know who I was. They were curious. I was different. I didn't fit in.

My dessert had custard in it. I couldn't eat custard. The server didn't care. That guy gave me his peach pie. I smiled at him.

His mom sat next to him. She served the coffee. She was angry. She glared at me. I'd seen her before. I thought she was a murderer.

The music started. The waiters sang. I liked their deep voices.

The curtains dropped. The lights dimmed. The show was about to begin.

So I woke up.

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