Drunk train

An assault on all your senses
The putrid breath of 100 drunken lungs saturates the air
Blink,
The fluorescent lights glare, judging the life that led you there
Screech!
Are trains always so loud?
Flubadababa...
That's the sound of a drunk man forgetting to remain standing as the train leaves the station
What time does the sun rise?
Blue, the world turns blue in the first light.
Home,
Go to sleep make smarter decisions tomorrow
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It makes no sense Katie, please go to sleep.