The train

I take a sip of my tea, the cup shakes on the edge of the window. The train sounds the same, singing the same song it sings when running towards its destination. The train sound, the sound of a cup shaking, a small vibration on my shoulder as I leaned on the wall told me that this was needed.

I get up to go walk a little and check the scenery closer. Are the trees still naked? Are the houses closed? Are the birds racing each other to get to their new home?

I make sure that the ticket is in my pocket. 

"One-way ticket to Neverland"

Where was I going? I can't really tell.

Did I want to get a one-way ticket? I don't think so.

Did I have a choice? Probably not.

Why did I decide to leave? ...

I see another passenger looking outside, her hair a natural dark brown. Her eyes are mysterious. Her smile warms.

She looks at me with a familiar smile. A warm breeze hits my chest.

What do I do now? 

Do I repeat what I did that brought me here? To neverland?

Will this train ever reach its destination?

Is any of this real?

As the train enters the tunnel, everything gets dark,

No vision.

No sound.

Only the sound of the cup breaking.