Chapter 1.
I woke up in my room.
Chapter 2.
The morning sun broke through my window, shattering my sleep.
Chapter 3.
Some dim light obscured my vision. Slowly I came to realize it was the morning sun breaking through my window and finding its way into my dream. The day ahead held much more of my interest, so I abandoned my dream and stepped into my room. Waking slowly.
Chapter 4.
I was in the center of tracks. I could hear a train coming from somewhere ahead and its horn sliced through the quietness of the night. I tried to move off to the side of tracks but my legs were heavy and wouldn’t move where I commanded them to. The pounding of the wheels on the tracks grew louder. Still, I couldn’t move to the side. My legs would only let me move straight up the track, closer to the sound.
Now the headlight pierced through the pre-dawn light. In just minutes, the train would be upon me. Again I strained to pick up my feet and move towards the edge of the tracks. Again, my legs disobeyed and only stepped my closer into the approaching light. The monster was upon me now, screaming. I directed my gaze towrds the tree line to see if there was any soul around to help. There was no help. Funny, there were no trees, no open fields, no buildings either. Nothing. Nothing at all existed beyond the edge of the track. Nothing existed behind me either. The only thing that existed was the monster that lay ahead, approaching me, screaming at me, racing towards me. But in my estimate, I should have been dead by now. Pummeled into a bloody pulp of brain and bone.
Something was off here. The monster approaches but never reaches me. Its light blurring out everything I see at this point. But why am I still here. Still here to live these final moments that seem to stretch out into eternity. Gazing into the light of the beast, I noticed it was not the headlight of a train after all, but the sun peaking through the bedroom window. The curtains open just enough to allow a beam of sun to finds its way onto my sleeping face. Was this just a dream. Perhaps the best escape was to waken and step out into my room.
As I was now growing tired of the purgatory like state of waiting to be run down by a mile long blunt ram of steel, I willed myself awake. Bringing my eyes out of the prison of the tracks and into the freedom of my room. I gasp of breath in a waking yawn and a good stretch to get the blood flowing into my arms. The sound of the wheels on the track all but faded. Trying to remember the numbers on the engine now but having trouble finding that place where it was so prominently stored in my consciousness. It was so clear moments ago, but now seemed a distant memory, perhaps one that didnt even belong to me. Like something I had once read in a book or sow in a movie and have since forgotten. What were the number? 31071? 31072?
I guess its of no real consequence now. Just a faded thought from a frightened moment I am now glad to be rid of. Besides today was going to be a big day. I had no time to dwell on such trivialities.