rush hour

The line stretches across the platform and as the train pulls up the tension builds.  Everyone takes a step forward and as soon the doors -whoosh- open, they are pushing their way inside.  Once on the train my nostrils fill with the smell of stale sweat and perspiration forms on my brow from all the body heat.  The crush of people pushes me into the man in front of me.  He stretches his arm and I can feel it pop.  With no room to move I’m at the mercy of the crowd and when they lean, I’m forced to as well.  Eventually I close my eyes and let the steady sway of the train put me to sleep.

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