Carousels
Dreams come easy to a restless mind. Thoughts that can’t find a moment to pause seem to breathe new life under a subconscious veil. Unfortunately for me, the dreams that invaded my rest had no variation or change of scenery. I would awaken in the same booth on the same train as I always did. The cart would be nearly empty besides a few sleeping passengers that hardly existed in the same reality. I wouldn’t acknowledge them and they wouldn’t me.