She always had the best dreams in transit. Dozing in the seat of an aeroplane, her eyes half focused
She always had the best dreams in transit. Dozing in the seat of an aeroplane, her eyes half focused out of the window at the aloof clouds that wafted by. In the back seat of a car, radio lowered to a hum, perhaps some murmured conversation in the front seats. The streetlamps were hypnotic, sending her into a slumber. Or, like now, in a train cabin. The shuffle of the traintracks underneath, the… undulation, did the same as the street lamps, gently eased her into sleep. That, and the frantic ten minutes she’d spent with her hand between her legs, trying to calm herself down. You’re always headed somewhere when you were travelling, but this somewhere was a little more special. This time, she was headed to him. A finer dream fuel there never was. -- source link
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