I Fall Asleep
I fall asleep in moving objects - always have. My dad used to joke that I was the worlds most easygoing travelling companion because as soon as the plane took off or the car started moving, I was out.
Last night I went out for a drink and fell asleep on the train. I woke up in a deserted Twyford at 11:30pm, but decided to keep going. I reckoned if I could get to Reading I’d have a chance of making it home.
This was Reading at midnight last night:
Freezing cold
Hangover kicking in early
Dodging young offenders who asked me for rizlas
Wondering whether to wake up painter bloke asleep on platform because if I didn’t then he would probably be spending the night there. (I didn’t in the end)
Dodging the train fair back towards London to get off at my stop.
I miss the kids because I haven’t seem them since yesterday morning and I’m back at work. Only sign of them were the sqirty dinosaurs which were in the shower this morning. I must leave on time tonight and stay awake on the way home.