I see the indicator, It shows all trains cancelled,I think about my exams, it is already half an hour late, the morning wind slaps me in the face and I feel immense desperation creeping within. “This cannot be real”, I say to my self, I wake up. I’ve been dreaming.
Another abortion of a ‘being’. I crumpled it as if it was a letter that did not come out well.
How I wish I could wake up every time I wanted to.