Midnight Express

The last train out of the station is like a moving ghost town. The long empty cars echo the sound of the tracks thumping below like some schizophrenic's metallic mental madness. You settle into one of the many empty seats and try to focus on getting some rest. The repetition of the train's massive wheels begins to sooth your nervousness. Their regularity gives you a sense of calm and order in the eerie space of this late night locomotive. Perhaps you even hear the faint whisper of passengers chatting in the next car. You begin to slip into a deep restful sleep that hugs you against the seat cushion and sways you into a safe and undisturbed slumber. The long journey becomes a short stay as dreams mask the true span of the eternal journey of the midnight express.