1.17 am
Sleeping man on a train: Bit of a dialectic! I’m not sure exactly where he’s going, or how far he’s gone, but I’m certain it won’t end well. In his mind he’s ahead of me though, for having dropped off in his seat he’ll presently wake as if a moment later, and all the time we shared together on the First Capital Connect London St Pancras to Bedford - calling at West Hampstead Thameslink, St Albans and Luton - will have never happened. As he sleeps, sweetfully void of sense, he stirs every now and again his shoeless left foot against the thigh of a rather agitated commuter opposite.
Should I wake him?
Check out that bit of belly through the crack in his shirt… Mind the gap. (*K’lunk!*)
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