Photo by Sydney Shaffer
I feel my head sink into my pillow
and I am immediately on a train to Paris.
My mother isn’t answering her phone and I just missed
my stop. Next stop: nowhere.
I can’t catch my breath and people
are laughing all around me – ringing in my ears.
I look out the window and see mountains
and green pasture pasting the horizon.
As the train moves past the beauty
of the scenery, I am no longer afraid.
I am back in my bed,
head deep into the pillow.
I am lost in my thoughts,
my eyes see stars all over the room.