I took a train at seven.
I took it straight to heaven.
I wandered into the old abandoned station one day, lost in thought. It was 6.58AM. Realizing where I was, I turned to leave. And at that very moment, the gleam of white caught my eye.
It was a bullet train. A pure-white one. No stain, no blemish, no awful stripes or logo. And it was silent too. It arrived with the kind of silence that makes your ears ring when you’re alone in a small room.
Without aplomb, the doors opened and I stepped inside.
Next stop: heaven.