Patiently Waiting

"Move baby, move. Your life is falling on you"

She woke up on a train. The voice uttering the words still echoed in her head. Unperturbed by the regular occurrence, she sat still silently watching trees and the sun falling west. The train was moving through a mountain range, reminding her of home. But home reminded her of last night.

The bar. She lost track of time emptying glasses. At the twist of her hips she turned as he walked through the door. That moment when she felt time stood still. Everything blurred as he moved a fraction of a second at a time. He found her gaze and she decided to make him hers.

A delectable smile sufficed as she thought to herself "for what it's worth. you know, you could take a man so easily?"

Morning came and she found herself alone. She wasn't home but the bed still smelled like flowers. She caught the sun peeking through the curtains. breakfast laid ready at the bedside. Everything was as it should be. Last night was another night. Just like any other night with someone, somewhere.

She looked around for him and found that he had turned into a note, lying on the floor. A cursive scribbled "thanks girl, next time in my town just pick up the phone"

She laid still gazing at the floor where her clothes stranggled patiently waiting for her to put them back on.

As the last ray of light disappeared from the horizon, the voice still echoed in her head "Move baby, move. Your life is falling on you"

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