train, sofa, skim, picnic, satelliteWrite about a winter memory.
We Have A Winner!! 01/07/09
Train travel sure isn't what it used to be. The seats are no longer as comfy as my sofa. Instead of a classy dining car, all you can get to eat is a cold picnic box lunch with lukewarm skim milk. And worst of all the train only stops at out-of-the way satellite stations on alternate Tuesdays!Winner: Mellodee
Reason: Travel by train sounds beautiful during the winter. Even if the milk islukewarm.
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It's cold and I am watching planets. Or stars. Or satellites, or something bright light ish in the sky. I am staring out of the window of a train, looking at the darkness, and wishing I wasn't there, but at home, eating "picnic" on the floor with the adorable child, snuggling on the sofa with the man. But no, I am on a train, going on another boring course.
And at that moment, I remember realising what mattered to me. They did, this didn't.
Soft sofa and a warm glass of milk (not skim).
A picnic with my love, or a train ride with him.
No satellite phone.
I dreamed this...alone...
When I was a spy, that winter so grim.
Skates skim 'round sofa
like satellite: while I train
my coach has picnic.
Train travel sure isn't what it used to be. The seats are no longer as comfy as my sofa. Instead of a classy dining car, all you can get to eat is a cold picnic box lunch with lukewarm skim milk. And worst of all the train only stops at out-of-the way satellite stations on alternate Tuesdays!
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