The train leans in a corner, half-awoken in my seat-sleep. A long corner … I’m tipped at a precarious pitch, held in the vise of speed and angle.
Then I realize I’m finally home, no longer on the train at all. So why is the cabin tilting?
Why do I still feel like I could be dumped out sideways? Is it because I’m dizzy with sickness? Or am I still under the spell of the train’s motions?
How long until I’m fully stable?
My brain is swollen and throbbing, or is it bounced and jostled by making up lost time on the rails?
I can’t seem to separate the sensations.
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