3:15 Train to Windrixville

Date: 6/6/2023

It’s late at night and I’m on some sort of roofless, wall-less train (it’s basically a concrete ledge that I’m straddled over) from Miami. The train rolls by a Taylor Swift concert and I somehow know that this means that we’ve reached Orlando. Renee is sitting in front of me. We’re talking about something funny (I can’t remember what). Nicole is also behind me, but I’m pretending as if I don’t realize. I see some people that we went to school with off in the distance — possibly Erin Juhl, Eric Altman, and Erica Marotta. I think about how tired I am and how much longer the ride back home is.