I'm early. Its unusual and particularly ironic since I was out last night. The weather is nice but I've been too lazy to retrieve a lighter jacket from the closet, and so I'm warm all the way to the station, and even warmer once inside.
The tunnel has been painted overnight and the smell still reeks amidst the "wet paint" signs. I hear the train coming and make a run for it; why waste my rare earliness waiting for the next one?
More than I'd expect this early in the morning, the train is crowded and there is only seat left when I board. It’s a middle seat, in between a tall, young man in a blue striped suit, and an overweight girl in overly tight jeans. I squeeze in. The girl has an angry-at-the-world look about her, the kind that comes with an internal lack of self esteem that is never fully acknowledged outwardly. She closes her eyes and leans against the glass pane. The guy is sleeping too and occasionally leans on me. I cough, but not too hard, trying to make sure I don't disturb their sleep.
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