“So tell me a story, please…”
“It might not be good but here it goes...”
The alarm clock goes off
I roll over and reach for it
I pick myself up off the floor
Rubbing my head
Then I manage to turn the damn alarm off
I go to the kitchen
The drying rack is full
I scramble some eggs and pour a glass of orange juice and toast a bagel
I put cream cheese on it
While the eggs cool I put the dishes away
My roommate puts his dishes in the sink
(the ones he'll never clean anyway)
I clean all the dishes regardless of if I'll get to the train on time...
I get ready, comb my hair, get my keys, train pass and headphones and I'm out the door by 9:40...
I hastily walk, the morning cold is crisp
Cars rush by and the music through my ear-buds is soothing...
I get to the train station, climb the steps, there's broken glass and a cross that reads, "he was a
I wait for the train just behind a pole that blocks the sun from my eyes
A loud noise approaches quickly
The Amtrak train flies by at 80 mph
I don't flinch
However days and weeks and months have hardened me to the potential danger a train at that speed could do
In the deep distance, lights appear
The train slowly approaches and the people step closer to the platform
It arrives, we get on
Another Amtrak train slightly disturbs the Septa we're boarding
We move on, my eyes are closed...
*breathe in, breathe out, do I have my keys, where's my pass, breathe in, breathe out, is my back pack
I'm at my stop, my eyes open and I walk off...
Immediately I see a bum sprawled on his back, sleeping or dead, I never know, and I just press on to catch the bus
I see it to the left, at the light, I know if I don't run I'll miss it
I sprint towards the stop
I barely made it
I swipe my pass and – breathe
A few minutes into the ride and the bus stops
Not for a passenger but an ambulance
It's double parked and blocking the route
We don't care
We wanna get to our destination
God forbid someone dies and their ambulance blocks our route
What business do people have dying nowadays anyway?
The ambulance moves and we're on our way
I see one bridge
I see the third...
And there’s Luzerne Street, and I pull the chord
A bell rings and "stop requested" the placard says
I mosey towards the rear door, holding my balance
I get off
I go under the bridge and look back
There's someone behind me
I don't know who they are
I hold onto a pen in my pocket
A blue one
Made of recycled plastic
I hold tight
My pen is my sword...
The man disappears behind the cross traffic, and I become calm
Across the tracks I get to a coffee shop
I walk in, get a cup
The bum outside didn't ask for change, but I gave him a dollar anyway
He's probably better off dead anyway
I walk across the street
Safely I make it across the four lane Highway
I cross paths with a man with shallow eyes who stares me down
He knows I don't belong there
I continue on
I get to work
And I go towards the break room
I sip and...
Begin my day…