This morning, train rolling sunshine sleepiness. An old couple wobbles in and on priority seats, he seems to be breathing with some difficulty, she has dark sunglasses and a swollen pout which makes me think of marlon brando, post-godfather days. A pretty woman of mixed descent is pretending to write in her notebook. That is, she is using her hand to write invisible words in her notebook. At the same time she seems to be reciting this invisible dialogue out loud. The marlon Brando woman is eyeing her from across the aisle, suspiciously. The old man has eyes that are light blue almost green almost grey almost blue again, he has eyes like my grandfather, watery and old.

My eyes are watery from all this alarm clock awakening madness, so I close them.