Slopes

I’ve been trying to keep my New Year’s resolution but it seems with every day I slip a little further, leaving the apartment a bit later each morning. I’m also still suffering from “did I leave it on” syndrome with my new coffee machine, still only three days old.

The train arrives as I head down the steps to the platform. I think I spot Raizelle A. at the bottom of the stairs, though I'm not certain it’s her. She has a wheelie suitcase and looks at me, as if she's also trying to place who I am. Further down Emily L. is boarding the train. I walk past her and board as well, suddenly finding myself in a jam-packed train. Amidst the crowd, my earphones slip in, and I slip away.