Closed eyes. Switched off lights. Near complete darkness. Enough to make the eyes believe so. Searching. Searching. Found. A train dream. A train. A window. Bars interrupting the view and forming it. Train sounds. Train silence. Night. Moonlight. Ghosts of rain leave behind their smellprints. Rain smells colour the night. Colour the mood. Bluish blackish. Mine and I. Escape. The familiar world no more. Paused. Frozen. End of dream.
Morning and reality. A long wait for night.