To Live For

Something from a class. I like the last stanza.

Counting Stars

Despite the fact that most of my time on the trains is spent asleep, and most of my life spent on the trains, I still feel perpetually tired.

We’re slowing down. That much I’m aware of as I groggily come back into consciousness. The time, or how long I’ve been asleep, are both unknowns since Isabella has since pulled the shade down over the window. It can’t have been long, since I still feel exhausted.

A Contest

All is silent when, with a quick jump to her feet, Isabella makes an announcement.