The trees are passing by rapidly as the sun slowly sets behind them. I’m simply staring out the window, trying to drown in the tunes that are playing through my headphones. I’m intermittently closing my eyes to combat the burning sensation. I should’ve put my glasses on instead of opting for contacts this morning. That’s my mistake for thinking my eye-infection was over. No worries though, the next thirty minutes are guaranteed shut-eye. This train will carry me aaaallll the way home.
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