Mornings can be strange. It is our first one without rain in almost a week. Sometimes, when I sit on the train, I wonder if something is wrong. People look at me intently, and I ask myself if I somehow forgot my pants or something. This morning, I got several of those intent looks. I felt a bit self-conscious, so I focused on my Kindle once I verified I had my pants on.
On these types of mornings, if you aren’t really awake, you are simply doing the basics. I tried to read the station banners after brackets of distraction, trying to activate my spidey vision, but failing. I climbed out of the masses of people, who all looked asleep (except for the ones who looked at me intently, like something was wrong— these must be the morning people).
Escalator was broken, so we all marched up the steps like a little ant army. Militant, apart from the huffing and puffing of some heavy set men behind me. Suddenly, when we reached the top, the floor opened up, and an Asian man appeared out of a hole in the floor with a dirty white binder. We were startled but kept marching. Can Narnia be accessed through the floor? I crossed the station to another train with a skittish little rat who followed me down the stairs and onto the next adventure.