Every morning she woke up and wondered what she was waking
up for. She would jump in the shower, get dressed, grab some toast and walk the
7 minutes to the train station. Occasionally she would stop at the shop and buy
some lunch or some gum, depending on if she were late or not…or hungry or not. Once
at the station and stood upon the platform she would look up to the sky and see
pictures in the clouds, and if there were no clouds she would take a picture of
the sky and draw them in later.She would draw pictures of almost anything - people,
faces, buildings, sandwiches.
On the train she would stand. Sometimes because she would be
sitting down all day and this was the only opportunity she would have to stand,
and sometimes to avoid the awkward offering of a seat to the disabled or pregnant
person that she was unaware of. The journey would take 16 minutes and would
stop 7 times before she would leave. Most days she would see people that she’d
seen before and she would wonder where they were going, and what they would be
doing with their day. She would stare at them when they weren’t looking and would
often get caught out. When it was crowded she would try and stand near to the
door. This was to make sure that come her stop she was able to exit the train
with no real problems. It was also to stop tall men from leaning over her,
inevitably ended up with her face in their uncleansed armpit.
Once at her stop she would leave without a wave, without a
goodbye, without the knowledge as to when she would see these people again, if
ever. Sometimes she would look back and see if anyone was looking on at her
thinking the same. However, this would usually result in her colluding with the
30,000 other people that had also got off at her stop.
From the station she would walk the 35 seconds to her
location. She would sit down and attempt to fast forward the time to the end of
the day. She would put all of her thoughts and energy in to the hands of the
large clock at the end of the room, in hope that it will eventually move
forward.
Most mornings she would wonder if a dream really was just a
dream. She would think about how this reality was much darker than what she’d
been taught, or least what she expected as a child. There were far less rainbows,
far less woodland creatures, far less people with tails...or tails with people.
At lunch time she would think of ways in which to make the
afternoon go quicker. She would also think of how to make the work more
entertaining for herself. This would usually involve stationary. She would
think about the vast amount of things you can do with stationary. Like set
traps for the borrowers.
The end of the day would finally arrive and she would be greeted
with the same scenario as the start of the day upon the famous, London
Underground. She would get home, sit down, eat and then sleep before waking up
and starting all over again, and then again and then again.
One day she woke up and made a conscious decision. She
decided to believe that the people with tails, and the tails with people really
did exist. From that day on she would see rainbow’s everywhere. The people on
the train transformed into small woodland creatures that would watch her from
afar and wave her goodbye knowing that they would see her again. All of her
dreams became reality, and she knew that the next time someone’s armpit was in
her face, she would take a moment and have a little smile to herself. Because
at the end of the day, sometimes a world of imagination is the very reality we
need, to move on to the next adventure.
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